It took a bit of time to realize, I am not the perfect mother.
Sometimes my kid eats chips for dinner. Sometimes we skip brushing teeth. Sometimes we veg out on the couch and watch tv for hours. Sometimes Im short tempered and honestly, down right rude. Sometimes there arent matching socks for school.
And most of the time, they dont care. And neither do I. My boys are as happy as they can be and are growing and thriving. Im not the best mother, but Im the best mother I can be. And after years of not feeling good enough, I know I am.