Before I had kids, I had visions. Beautiful, unrealistic, sci-fi level visions of the kind of mom I would be.
You know, the kind of mom whose kids listen the first time, never argue, and definitely do not pout like they’re auditioning for a drama series.
Four kids later, I can say confidently:
The mom I thought I’d be does not exist on this planet.
The mom I am?
She’s out here negotiating peace treaties at 7 AM with children who swear they’re “not arguing,” they’re just “explaining.”
✨ The Mom I Thought I’d Be: The Dream Version
Back when I knew nothing, I swore:
- “My kids won’t talk back.”
Meanwhile: “I’m not talking back, I’m just saying…” - “We’ll have calm discussions.”
Current reality:
“Stop pouting and tell me what you want without sighing like the world is ending.” - “There will be no attitudes in this house.”
The amount of eye-rolling happening under my roof could power a small city. - “We’ll communicate respectfully.”
Yet here I am, breaking up an argument over who breathed too loud. - “They won’t question everything.”
My kids question EVERYTHING.
Even when they agree with me.
Past Me had the confidence of a woman who had never been told “that’s not fair!” over cereal.
✨ The Mom I Actually Am: The Real Version
And honestly? She’s better.
- I’m the mom who stays calm… until I’m not.
- The mom who tries to explain things rationally while someone dramatically pouts in the corner like they’re in a music video.
- The mom who mediates arguments like a referee who didn’t sign up for this match.
- The mom who apologizes, resets, and keeps going.
- The mom who laughs with her kids until all the frustration melts away.
My kids don’t throw fits — they debate, they challenge, they defend their case, and they pout like their soul is tired.
And honestly?
It’s still chaos. Just… verbal chaos.
But it’s ours.
✨ Motherhood Isn’t a Straight Line
Some days I’m proud of how patient I am.
Some days I feel like I’m arguing with tiny lawyers.
Some days I swear I’m only speaking in sighs.
But motherhood doesn’t require perfection —
just presence.
It’s messy.
It’s funny.
It’s exhausting.
It’s worth it.
And the mom I thought I’d be?
She didn’t have half the resilience the real me has built.
✨ To the Moms Reading This
If your kids argue instead of throwing tantrums…
If they pout instead of melting down…
If they sigh louder than they speak…
You’re not alone.
You don’t have “difficult kids” —
you have kids with personality.
Kids who feel deeply.
Kids who want to be heard.
Kids who are growing, learning, and testing their power.
And you?
You’re doing an incredible job guiding them through it.
✨ Final Thought
The mom I thought I’d be lived in a fantasy.
The mom I am?
She’s at the negotiation table with four opinionated children…
and still finds a way to love, grow, and laugh every day.
She’s cosmic.
She’s grounded.
She’s real.
Just like you.
