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Here’s To The Flawed And Imperfect Mothers.

Here’s to the flawed and imperfect mothers.

Here’s to the mothers who occasionally forget important details, who don’t always fix nutritious meals and sometimes put on Cartoon Network instead of playing hide-and-go-seek so she can catch a break.

Here’s to the mothers who drank coffee and took hot baths while pregnant.

Here’s to the mother who did not fall instantly and madly in love with her new baby and wondered what was wrong with her.

Here’s to the mother who read every parenting book and found herself even more confused.

Here’s to the mothers who willingly forego the brushing of the little ones’ hair and teeth on particularly hectic work/school/daycare mornings.

Here’s to the mothers who choose to ignore their child while on Facebook and feel guilty.

Here’s to the mother who agrees to play go-fish even though she’s exhausted and feels resentful.

Here’s to the mother who swore she would never feed her child McDonald’s but three years into parenting has a collection of Happy Meal toys.

Here’s to the mother who stole her child’s Halloween candy and lied about it.

Here’s to the mother who let her baby cry her/himself to sleep. Here’s to the mother who didn’t, and here’s to not knowing what the right thing to do actually is.

Here’s to the exhausted mother who gave her little one a sippy cup in bed even though she knew it was an unforgivable sin of dental health.

Here’s to the mother who dressed up nice, the kids too… but still felt like a phony at the family-friendly party.

Here’s to the flawed and imperfect mothers.

Here’s to the mother who had children before she was ready and made a mess of it but refuses give up on her now angry child for the sheer heartbreaking love of her baby.

Here’s to the mother who sometimes feels imprisoned by the obligation and servitude of motherhood and daydreams of freedom.

Here’s to the mother who has lost her temper, screamed a bit too loud, swatted a bit too hard and felt ashamed for days.

Here’s to the mother who, sometimes, can hardly stand to be in the same room with her teenager.

Here’s to the mother who monitors the minutes greedily until she can put the children to bed.

Here’s to the mother who started out on the road to parenthood with the best intentions but went to bed last night knowing she let her child down.

Here’s to the flawed and imperfect mothers.

Here’s to admitting to our children when we are wrong. Here’s to saying we are sorry. And here’s to learning and growing from our mistakes.

Here’s to the incredibly humbling, poignant and wild ride that is motherhood.

Here’s to doing the nearly impossible and staying sane. Here’s to being a human being and a mother.

Here’s to giving the middle finger to the impeccable-mother image and loving our kids in our own messy, flawed and wonderful way.

Here’s to you, and here’s to me.

And here’s to loving ourselves anyway.

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Abby Pingree

Abby Pingree

Abby Pingree spent the first seven years of her life in a hippie commune. She is currently an author, hospice nurse, mother, and student of life. She has made friends with her own experiences with drug addiction, bulimia, dishonest and dodgy behavior by simply telling the truth. She explores these experiences in a book titled: Completion, by C. Abigail Pingree. She now seeks an authentic life. She writes for Elephant Journal and blogs for Huffington Post. She can be found on Facebook and Twitter.
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