Confession: I have been feeling guilty for years about what kind of a mom I am. Mom's out there ... you know what I mean: Mom Guilt. It's as common as the common cold. We compare ourselves to the other moms in the world and always find something lacking. The thing that's been bugging me lately are all my friends who are super awesome "Crafty Moms." You know, the kind that cut out paper hearts with their kids for Valentines Day and have an amazing bonding moment. Or the moms who melt left over crayons into awesome new Super Crayons then spend the afternoon creating things. Pinterest is full of ideas for the crafty mom to help her become the Wonder Woman of Moms.
But I am NOT a crafty mom. I've beat myself up over this for quite some time now. I was worried that I never enjoyed spending quality time with my kids. Obviously I was an inferior mom.
This weekend I had an incredible awakening. I am NOT a crafty mom, and let's face it, I never will be. It just isn't my thing. It isn't something I enjoy at all, so why would I enjoy doing it with my kids??? I WOULDN'T. I'm also not a baking mom. Making cookies with my kids completely stresses me out. I'm definitely not a gardening mom, I kill anything that is green.
Beach Body changed my life ...
Sporty Mom. It has a nice ring to it. :)