So, before I start, I have been informed that I neglected to add my performance song for this weeks American Idol post. So here it is. Sorry about that. Now, I know that this song was really made more famous by Frank Sinatra, but Elvis did it, and I love it. So there.
OK, now on to our regularly scheduled blog post.
Let me just get this out there......A Perfect Mother does not exist.
We all have good intentions when we see that little pink line on the pee test. We all believe we will always make the right decisions. Because we are Mothers.
Drink the soda while pregnant or not?
Epidural or natural?
Co-sleep or not?
Cloth diapers or disposable?
It seems so easy. Until we throw in real life and throw out fantasy world. Motherhood is hard. Frickin hard. Motherhood is 24 hours a day, 7 days a week without any breaks or pay cheques. Motherhood is a commitment. We don't realize how much of one until we are Mothers. The decisions never end.
Bottle or boob?
Homemade baby food or store bought?
Private or public school?
Stay at home or work and pay a babysitter?
By far, that has been the toughest decision I have made as a Mother. But the best one. Because the three of these children have for just about their entire lives been raised at home by parents who are committed to giving them the best possible life they can.
Even if they make some bad decisions along the way.
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