Most days I feel like I am screwing it all up. My dear friend Serendipity posted earlier about mom friends and it made me sad to remember that I honestly don't have anyone close by. Everyone that I want to hug or need a hug from is thousands of miles away.
I try to live by the "no one does it wrong, just differently" mantra - but I find that I do compare myself and wish that I could be a "real" mom to my son. That is so hard to say out loud. Commuting nearly 7.5 hours a day plus a 10-12 hour workday, leaves very little time for the snuggles, the playing, the book reading. My little guy is two and I have never been down the slide with him or splashed in a puddle - all things my own mom has done with him.
My joining this #Mommitment movement was pretty selfish. It was to help myself overcome my feelings of being inadequate. To celebrate other mothers. In their celebration, in their worth somehow to validate my own.
