Games That We Play...

I went to WalMart with Dynamite the other day to buy a card for my uncle's birthday. A few aisles over, a child was going berzerk crying hysterically; I could even hear little feet jumping up and down. A woman probably in her fifties or sixties looked at me and proudly said, "I have three kids and eight grandkids, and none of them have ever acted like that!". I just smiled at her and said politely, "Really? Mine have!". She very quickly went back to scanning her cards and obviously wanted nothing to do with the woman who also has dealt with out-of-control children. I looked at Dynamite who was happily stuffing his face with Cheetohs (something I would have never done with number one or two) and said a prayer of thanks that he was keeping quiet.

There is a little something I like to call "The Maternal Pissing Contest" (MPC). I know, I know, it's a bit crass; I should really think of something a little sweeter on the ears to call it. However, I think it really captures the idea perfectly. Some women like to pretend that they have it all figured out. Their children would never act like those children. I'm not buying it for a second.

The unfortunate thing is that this leaves many moms feeling totally inadequate. "Why does everyone else seem like they have it so together and I didn't even brush my teeth this morning?". Or "I bet the Smith's never yell at their child and I am a wild banchee at home!". Dear friend, if you are worried that you are not doing a good enough job, chances are you're doing an outstanding job. You care, you want the best for your child, you are striving to be better, which is what we all should be working toward.

I'll be honest. When I hear a mom bragging, eh hem, sharing how she's got it all together, I just smile and nod, tell her what a great job she's doing. Here's the tricky part though: I used to feel like a loser and compare myself and participate in the infamous MPC. Now, I remind myself that what works for her may not work for me. That I can be an amazing mom even if I don't feed them organic fruit and keep my voice at a pleasant tone all day (if I keep it below a roar, I make a note to congratulate myself).

Raising kids is hard work. We all lose it sometimes...and some more often than others. We all make decisions at times out of convenience verses health consciousness. We all have days that feel like groundhog day. You are not alone. You are fighting the good fight. Pat yourself on the back and have a piece of chocolate. The MPC is never a fun game to play anyway.