What I Won't Get A Medal For In The Motherhood OlympicsRene Syler
I love the Olympics. I love the pomp and pageantry and live for the competition. The fact that it only happens every four years just adds to the excitement. I also love them because I’m an athlete at heart.
Growing up in Sacramento, California, I was a hurdler and high jumper. I guess there was a point when I thought I might compete beyond high school, and I did for a couple of years in college. I was good but not great and to compete on a level that requires greatness.
So I went on to study psychology and proceeded to get a job in televisions (How did that happen? Don’t ask). But beneath the Liz Claiborne suit beat the heart of a competitor. Now I’m a wife and mother who runs her business/blog/brand from her home, the suits having given way to yoga pants. Which brings me back to the Olympics.
I started thinking about the games and wondered about all the things I would NOT medal in in the Motherhood Olympics. Are you feelin’ me?
How about you, would you do any better?
Not Cussing During Childbirth 1 of 6It didn't happen a lot but I'm pretty sure I dropped a few choice words bringing those kids into the world. No I'm sure of it.
photo credit alicegop
Potty Training 2 of 6Yeah, we had our moments here too. I was very low-pressure. It worked, but not according to anyone's time clock.
photo credit abstractmind31
Cooking 3 of 6Take a good look at this picture. This is a pot I actually cooked, er, burned pasta in. How does one burn something submerged in water? It takes talent.
photo credit Rene Syler
Being a lady who lunches 4 of 6I'm never going to one of those ladies who dresses up for leisurely lunches in the middle of the day. If it requires make-up and more than yoga pants, it's probably not gonna happen.
Making my kids the center of the known universe 5 of 6I love these kids and they know that. But they also are keenly aware that they are part of a family unit, not the center.
Perfection 6 of 6Yep, I'll never, in a million years, get a medal for this. And that's okay; my kids are doing fine (and I am too) knowing that Good Enough is Perfect.
Yo! Nice to meet you! You can find out more about me on my blog, Good Enough Mother.
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