Before we dive in, I want to say these are just my individual thoughts. Every parent’s journey is change, and no one’s knowledge is more or less lawful. With that out of the way, here are some concessions from my life as a mom.
Confession 1: I don’t always care about what my kids are talking about. I’ll never let them know that. I want them to feel safe sharing everything with me. Whether it’s a long story about Batman fighting dinosaurs under the bed or something else that doesn’t attention me, I will listen. I ask questions, permission, and smile. Sometimes I can’t wait for the story to end, but that’s okay. One day, the chats that matter will come, and I’ll be ready.
Confession 2: I lie sometimes. I’ll confess it and justify it. I lie about my food being too spicy so I can eat alone. I tell my kids that Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy are real. I say broken toys just need new batteries. Little white lies help me to live and honestly make childhood feel charmed.
Confession 3: Sometimes I overlook my kids. Not when they’re injured or upset, but when I’m in the middle of something, like using the bathroom or cleaning the toilet. If their dad is around, I suppose them to ask him first. I need little moments of peace too.
Confession 4: I don’t use baby talk with them. Once they start speaking, I use real words. We let small mistakes slide, of course, but clear message matters. It’s not about being perfect, it’s about helping them feel certain.
Confession 5: I get jealous of my husband sometimes. He gets to leave the house for work, talk to adults, and take a break from the confusions. On tough days, I wish I could switch the roles for just a few hours. People also seem to take him more seriously, and that used to bite.
Confession 6: Kids are nasty. Nose-picking, sticky fingers, bits everywhere, they’re lovable, but still gross. I was the same way as a kid, so I get it.
Confession 7: Sometimes my kids drive me nuts. I love them more than anything, but some days are exhausting. They argue, make noise, get in my space, and test every bit of patience. It doesn’t mean I love them less, it just means I’m human.
Confession 8: Not everything my kids do is amazing, but I praise them on anyway. I increase their confidence, celebrate their little effort, and make sure they know they’re accomplished. One day they’ll look back at all the senseless things they tried, and I hope they remember I was always in their corner.
Confession 9: I miss my selfish side. I miss sleeping in, shopping without bedlam, and putting myself first. I wouldn’t trade motherhood for anything, but some days I want freedom. Letting go of selfishness is part of parenting, but it feels harder than I ever expected.
Confession 10: I don’t know everything. Parenting is endless learning processing. What works today might not work tomorrow. Kids grow, things change, and I familiarize. Confessing I don’t have all the answers actually makes me a better parent. I figure things out as I go, and I keep learning every day.
Motherhood is hard, scrappy, beautiful, and satisfying. It’s okay to have moments when you’re not perfect, when you lose patience, or when you admit you’re just trying your best. Being a mom doesn’t mean knowing it all, it means loving extremely, showing up, and growing together with your kids.
