We are MOMS.

We are MOMS.

Hello, my name is Taylor and I am not a perfect mother. I have been a mom for about 6 years now and I still have no clue what I am doing. I feel like most days I’m really messing it up, but I know when I look at their tiny faces that it can’t be as bad I think, I’m constantly told how well behaved they are and how well mannered but at home…… it’s a totally different story. I find my self day after day after day saying stop fighting! Don’t hit your sister! Sit at the table! NO! I feel like I’m really fucking it up. I know right? A parent who will actually admit they aren’t perfect and that’s what we are about here at Playful parenting, Parents who will admit we know we aren’t perfect nor will we judge based on how you parent! I am a mom of 4 kids, Bentley 5, Aspen 4, Cooper 2, and Silvia 1. I don’t think I know what I’m doing most days because I am truly just winging it and trying my best! I suffer from PMDD (premenstrual dysphoric disorder) which is a ball of fun and I have finally after years of battling it on my own sought help for it. Now finally after 7 years of battling depression and anxiety I am feeling better, not 100% yet but I’m getting there.

There’s a funny thing about the word mom, when you hear it as a young child you don’t think much about it other then she’s the one who birthed you, who cooks and cleans, tucks you in to bed at night with so much love in her heart but you don’t realize how strong she really is and how much she’s truly given up making sure you have the perfect life. I didn’t realize how much my mother truly did till I became one myself. I have come up with a self-acronym for M.O.M.: Master of Multi-tasking. Why you ask? Because its true. I find myself making bottles while trying to cook lunch while having Cooper screaming at me because his breakfast is still frozen and trying to keep track of Silvia. By this point I’m normally having a panic attack and trying to remind my self to count to 10 and just breath that one day I’m going to miss these days and wish they were still around. While I am married my husband works 50+ hours a week so we don’t see each other but on Sundays and after 7, and by that point he and I are both so tired from the day we crash on the couch after bed time and he plays videogames while I play on my phone for a bit before cleaning up after dinner.