So, you’re probably wondering about the title The 10 am Mommy Margarita Club. Your thoughts probably stray in a couple different directions… if you are a mom you are probably thinking that I must be joking (of course, maybe not). If you are not a mom, then you are probably thinking that I must be a horrible person. Both points of view have some truth to them, but I am neither joking nor am I a horrible person. I am just a mom who has tried her hardest to do her best… and to her surprise, unlike before she became a mom, her best isn’t usually even close to being good enough.
If you can relate, then feel free to join us...
So, I was having a conversation with a friend about how we saw parenthood before we had our kids. It's completely different than we thought, to say the very least! What I've decided is that kids are like puzzles! They have varying degrees of difficulty. Some kids are those cute puzzles with about 15-20 large pieces. They are extremely easy to solve and there is no frustration involved. Then there are those puzzles that have 250 medium size pieces and the picture has lots of contrast so it's easy to put the pieces together. It might take some time, but the level of frustration is still on the lower end of the spectrum. When we move up to the 1000 piece puzzles, things start getting interesting. These puzzles are not easy, but with patience they are doable. Of course, then there are those kids whose difficulty level is up close to a 5000 piece puzzle... not only is it 5000 pieces, but the entire puzzle is all ONE COLOR!!! You know the ones... super small pieces with no way to easily figure them out with a frustration level that is sky high! So, be kind to yourself! Make sure that when you are judging your parenting skills, and perhaps comparing yourself to other moms or dads, take a peak so you know what type of puzzle with which you are working so you can give yourself the credit you deserve based on the level of difficulty.
Cindy Gagne Teixeira
Just like you, I wear many hats. I'm a mom, a teacher, a friend, a daughter, a sister, and a writer. I choose to laugh (and talk... and write) about my problems because crying takes too much time.