I am the best mom, and I am the worst mom.
I am amazing, and I am far from exceptional.
I am strong, and I am a total wuss.
I am kind, and I am pure evil.
I am funny, and I am without a trace of humor.
I am your best friend, and I am your worst nightmare.
I know everything, and I know absolutely nothing.
I am not perfect. I am perfectly imperfect.
I am the World’s Okayest Mom.
In a world where too many strive for the very perfection that is only perfectly impossible, okay is sometimes, well…okay.
I’m not gonna lie. There are definitely times where my sweet, adorable boys drive me to drinking.
And if they were of legal age to drink, they’d probably be tempted to do the same after a long, hard day.
But since that isn’t an option for them, they demonstrate their frustration by peeing off the top of the staircase.
(Just kidding! I’m not raising a bunch of barn animals. Geez!)
In all seriousness, my boys are happy, compassionate, well-adjusted kids.
And that, my friends, is a fairly accurate indication that I must at least be doing something right.
Which is why I took the liberty of awarding myself this totally appropriate trophy.
~Happy Mother’s Day to all the marvelous moms out there! Your dedication and loyalty are truly commendable and deserve to be recognized and celebrated, 365 days a year!~