It is difficult to be a parent In this era of social media, where everybody is striving to broadcast the best version of themselves. It is even more difficult if you are disorganized mom. I know that what I’m about to write will expose me to a lot of judging, but I am going to confess anyway. So, here it is:
I don’t put enough effort into teaching my kids how to be tidy, so they often spend time looking for a pencil and eraser to be able to do their homework. In general their room is a mess 80% of the time.
I sometimes forget when my kids have extra activities at school, such as swimming pool visit, or need to bring extra materials.
I don’t always remind my kids to brush their teeth.
Around 40% of the time I don’t check what clothes my son has put on for school.
My kids’ clothes are often stained, and I have long-lost the war against the dirt on the shoes.
Between the four of us we have exactly 6 pairs of matching socks (I don’t count the black socks that my husband uses, they all seem to match, because they’re all the same).
Around 40% of the time my kids eat bread and butter and milk when they want a snack.
Half of the time my daughter’s beautiful hair is unbrushed.
We don’t play board games much, because most of the sets have either cards or playing tokens missing. The average duration of a complete set is 10 days maximum.
The list goes on, and I must say that I already feel so bad that I can’t continue. It’s not that I don’t want to do all these things. Well, sometimes I don’t, but most of the time it just happens.
What I never fail to do is to try to listen to what my children want to tell me. To hear their fears, joys, desires and dreams. And that is one of the things that is visible on them.
During the New Year’s party my son decided to perform a few “magic tricks”. Everybody enjoyed his spontaneity and openness. He was confident and had a great time, even though most people were strangers to him. My daughter and her friend also had an impromptu performance of rhythmic skills with mugs. After they were finished my husband and I got the best compliment we’ve ever received as parents: that our kids were friendly, open and confident. Nobody noticed the unbrushed hair and not matching socks, even though this disorganized mom thought that it was the only thing that people would focus on. We must be doing something right, after all.