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 the title of The World’s Okayest Mom.
After all, I’ve got the shirt to prove it.
And if the shirt fits…
~Happy Mother’s Day to all the marvelous moms out there! And while we’re on the subject of moms, a big shout out to my own incredible mom. Some of you already know her as Tink the Belle from Playing By My Own Rules. If you haven’t yet had the pleasure of meeting her, please stop by and check out her inspirational blog. She’s simply amazing. ~
Seriously, I’ve got a shirt to prove I’m The World’s Okayest Mom. How cool is that?
(World’s Okayest Mom originally appeared on Comically Quirky on 5/6/16)