An Open Letter to the Mother Who Feels Like A Failure

 

    You are a wonderful mother, despite what you believe. You are not the mistakes your children have made. You did everything in your power to make sure they were raised right, you took them to church and prayed over them every night. You were there shoulder to cry on when words were just not enough, but you were also there to scold them over every miscalculated thought and discipline for every wrong doing. You let them learn from their own mistakes and tried to show them how to learn from other people's mistakes as well, you loved them with your entirety and your heart broke every time they cried or were hurt.

  You did the best you could and sometimes you fell short of your responsibility, but that's okay because we're all imperfect and anyone who argues against that is clearly hiding something.
  I have seen what a bad mother is like and I have seen the kind of damage it can cause a person, trust me when I tell you that you are quite the opposite of a bad mother.

    I was blessed to have grown up with a mother who falls very close to the idea of perfection, even on our worst days I never doubted her love for me. I have the tendency to blow things out of proportion and more times than not I am crying over small things because I have a very big heart, which I can only thank my mum for.
  A good mother is someone who is the epitome of beauty and grace, my mother has always been exactly that. If I were ever going to look at a woman and decide whether she would be a good mother, I would look at how she handles people and her surroundings.
  A good mother is blissfully aware and unaware of her surroundings, a good mother is the one wearing two different shoes with a child who looks like they just walked out a JC Penny's commercial, a good mother is the one who straightens up when she hears a child's cry in the distance, a good mother is the one who can tell when your smile is not genuine, a good mother is the one who will sit through a five hour concert with you even if she doesn't care for your taste in music, a good mother is the one who blows up your phone while you're on a date because she wants an update every 5 minutes and needs to know if it's time to let the FBI know your location.
  A good mother is the one who loves her children unconditionally and always, always put's her child's needs above her own.

   I remember growing up we weren't rich, we were hardly even considered middle class most of the time and there would be times when we only had enough food to my siblings and I, my mother was always so gracious and would go hungry if it meant that we had full tummies. There were so many times when she would buy us new clothes even when her's were falling apart at the seams, I remember laying in my bed at night and praying that if I were to ever have children that I would be just like my mother.

I don't ever remember a time when she wasn't everything I needed.

  To all the mother's who feel as if they fall short of being a good mother, all the ones who feel like you are a failure because you cannot provide you're child with every want they have, your children want you to know this.

  You are perfect in our eyes, we see how hard you push yourselves everyday and we see how much you give up just so that we can have something that we don't really even need. We appreciate and love you so much more than you can know, yes even on those days when it seems we hate you, we really don't.
  To the mother's of young children who feel like a failure when your child very publicly throws a tantrum, you are not failing at anything. Children, especially young children are very hard to discern at times and they will do everything to ascertain control, but you have to put you foot down and hold onto the status of queen over them. They will learn someday that your rules and your ways aren't bad, but only there as a way to keep them safe from the cruelty this world can hold at times.

  The only mother's who are failures are the mother's who forget to love their child more than they love themselves and if you would rather die than see your child hurt then you are definitely winning and you deserve a metal.
  To all the tired, mismatching shoe, yoga pant wearing mothers we love you and appreciate you very much.

  Love,
Your awestruck and sometimes bratty kids