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Moms Talk: The Best of 2011

Let me spell it out for you. From "I am the perfect mom." Sept. 19, 2011.

Back in September, I wrote a Moms Talk column entitled “,” which touched on the pressures—internal and external—we all feel to be perfect parents. Obviously perfection is an unattainable state when it comes to parenting.

Like that matters.

We still drive ourselves crazy trying to climb that particular mountain, and we still beat ourselves up with every misstep, stumble and fall.

In “Perfect Mom,” I chose to throw my hands up at it all. In what I intended as a comic confession to liberate you of any feelings of inadequacy, I literally spelled out a few of my own fumbles and faults. The result practically went viral, generating by far more hits, comments and emails than anything else I’ve written thus far. I had obviously struck a chord. What we all agreed upon was that, in our imperfect quest for perfection, we were, in fact, perfect parents.

And so, as we start this new year and labor over our resolutions for perfection in 2012, I’m reprinting my own list of why I am already the perfect mom. Allow me to once again spell it out for you:

is for the potty training I shamelessly put off until the boys were almost four so I could take them to the mall and on long car trips without having to make 500 detours to the bathroom every half hour while juggling a portable potty seat and twelve extra sets of big-boy underwear.                                       

E is for the elongated sticker on my new sweater that gleefully ran down my chest for an entire day, broadcasting to all the world I am not a size small, nor do I apparently own a mirror. 

R is for the ride in the ambulance my children and I took one afternoon after an ill-fated shopping expedition to Market Basket where one screaming twin pushed the other screaming twin into a metal display rack, opening up a gash in his head and toppling over three candy displays (domino effect) scattering chocolate bars and peppermints for miles. By the way, to all you onlookers that day who gave me the “look” for the chaos we inadvertently brought into your world, I wish upon you sextuplets. 

F is for the freshest of morning breezes that gently flow through my windows, before I quickly slam them shut because we’re late for school… again… and our crazed yelling is waking the neighbors and I’m afraid we’re going to get cited for disturbing the peace as the four of us loudly tumble down the stairs hollering about breakfast, backpacks, homework, permission slips, lunchboxes, the location of the other shoe, and a forgotten trumpet. 

is for EVERYTHING… just everything, that so often gets to be too much. 

is for the calendar, super in size and organizational in nature, that I buy every December to hang on my kitchen bulletin board and that boasts really big squares with lines for each day and fancy stickers to help me document the activities, appointments, phone numbers, and hundreds of other details that make up our busy family itinerary. This same calendar sits blank and frozen on the month of January until well past April, when my husband finally takes it down to make room for his Red Sox schedule

T is for the time a friend from New York surprised us on our doorstep and invited us to an impromptu dinner at our favorite restaurant. I joyfully grabbed my purse and we made it all the way to the car before my husband (my HUSBAND, not me) remembered we had newborn twins sleeping alone inside the house. 

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M is for the moments each night when I snuggle with my boys and talk about their day and all the crazy things coursing through their brains. I end each night with I love you and I’m proud you’re my son. 

is for the obnoxious, over-protective gene I developed the second those boys came screaming (of course) into this world. 

M is for the miracle of my imperfect family, and their imperfect mother, who are together blessed with the most perfect of lives. 

Heidi January 02, 2012 at 04:08 PM
I remember this ... I had just been introduced to Brookline Patch and Moms Talk. It made me smile then and it does now. We parents are too hard on ourselves, it's good to start the new year lightly.
Kat M. January 02, 2012 at 04:34 PM
Sweater with the sticker? Been there, done that ...
Jun Yuong January 02, 2012 at 04:50 PM
Just proves that even parents are human! Very Funny!!!!!
Priscilla George January 02, 2012 at 07:38 PM
LOL!!!!!
Rubylee Shuman January 02, 2012 at 09:23 PM
keep it up PERFECT MOM --- you hit it out of the park with each column !!!

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