You’re a good mom.
I just wanted to tell you that in case no one has told you that in a while. Or ever.
I wanted to let you know that your butt wiping and boo boo kissing and mac n’ cheese making isn’t going unnoticed.
I know sometimes it seems like no one appreciates the sacrifice you’re making. No one appreciates that you’ve given up EVERYTHING—your sleep, your social life, your time, your energy, your perky boobs, your abs, your brain, your heart, your LIFE—to be a mom.
Motherhood can be a thankless gig. There’s no yearly review in which our boss sits us down and tells us what a stellar job we’re doing. There’s no bonuses or promotions. Hell, there isn’t even a base salary.
Instead we get punched by tiny fists. We get our nipples bitten. We get woken up in the middle of the night. We get called poopy head. We get eyes rolled at us and doors slammed in our faces.
And while sometimes it seems like the challenges are more frequent than the rewards, the rewards are there. If we stop to notice them, they're there.
They’re there when your son kisses the palm of your hand. They’re there when your daughter smiles at you. They’re there when your kid hands the last lollipop to a friend in a small act of kindness, and you know, in that moment you know, that you’re a good mom. Because you’re raising a good kid. A good kid who just forgets to tell you, “You’re a good mom.”