Friday, January 22, 2010

This Sums It Up

My mommy guilt started long before I was "technically" a mother.  Did I have one too many sips of Coke?  What will happen to my lima-bean-sized baby if I skipped my prenatal vitamins two days in a row?  Did I forever ruin MDBs hearing from an extra loud night at the Bon Jovi concert?  Little did I know that it would get WAY worse when my kids actually came into this world.  

Sometimes the pressure of it all is debilitating.  I doubt pretty much every decision I make.  I mean, the responsibility of keeping my kids -- who I love more than I ever thought possible and then some -- happy/safe/healthy/loved, can actually take my breath away.  

Sometimes, in my states of frazzle, my mom (aka, my rock) says, you don't have to be perfect, you only have to be good enough.  As a perfectionist, this is a very hard concept for me to grasp, but I try to let go...if only for a moment.

My friend, former co-worker, blogger and new mom and I have a lot in common (including a therapist parent) and she sometimes takes the words right out of my mouth.  It is nice to realize I am not alone, so I will let her sum it up for me -- here.