"The man with insight enough to admit his limitations comes nearest to perfection."
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
There are not many times where I question my abilities to be a good Step mom. I know that I provide stability, comfort, and love to my two boys in every way I can. So when I had to send them back to their Mom early this weekend, I was heartbroken and ashamed.
Earlier in the week, I had a seizure. Something that has never happened to me before. My body ached and my head pounded and all I felt like doing was sleeping. When it came time to pick up the boys, I mustered every ounce of energy I had to try and be the happy, exuberant, playful Step mom that I always want to be for them. And I couldn't do it. While Avery was able to stay home with us on Friday, he had to return to work Saturday. Which meant that I had to take care of the boys by myself. And I knew I couldn't do it. And it broke my heart.
The guilt I felt in having to pack their suitcases and explain to them why they were going home early weighed heavy. I cried and cried after their Mom picked them up. I sat and thought to myself, "real moms don't get to do that; why should I." And then I got very mad at myself.
I know in my heart that I love those boys as if they were my own. And I know that they know that too. They saw how upset I was. They knew I wasn't sending them home because I wanted to. So feeling sorry for myself and wallowing in my self-pity was hurting no one but myself. I have never given those boys any reason to doubt that I love them with my whole heart. So why should I.
I think as Moms and Step moms, we tend to put pressure on ourselves to be perfect. Do the perfect projects; spend the perfect time with our kids; make the perfect memories. But I think it's the little things between those "perfects" that make our children know that we love them. It's the kisses on the owies, the extra chocolate in the chocolate milk, and the bear hugs when they walk in the door. Even when I can't do all the activities or spend all the time I want with the boys, I know they know I love them. And that's perfect for me.