Motherhood and its mishaps

The permission slip you need to give yourself a break

posted by Katherine Wintsch March 5, 2018 0 comments

Have you ever congratulated yourself for accomplishing something fantastic while simultaneously smacking yourself for not doing more?

It happened to me this week.

Twice a year my daughter’s school hosts a “Book and Breakfast,” where they ask for parent volunteers to read the same book as the students and then come to school and lead small group discussions.

Personally, I found the invitation to be a tall order — if I had time to read a book, I’d read yet another self-help book, not a grade school classic. However, my daughter used my talents against me by arguing that I was the perfect person to complete the task because I’ve written a book myself.


So back to the 4th grade I went – cramming in chapter after chapter, night after night — to hit the deadline of my small group discussion. Thankfully the book, Tuck Everlasting, was fantastic, which quickly rinsed the bitter taste out of my mouth.

By the time Book and Breakfast day rolled around, I was pleased my daughter had pushed me to participate and I was proud of what I had accomplished. I mean, who reads an entire book for their child? An awesome mom, that’s who.

I was quickly knocked off my high horse, however, when we climbed into the car to go to school and my daughter asked what I was bringing for breakfast. Hold the phone, I thought. We have to read a book AND provide breakfast?! For the love of Pete.

I quickly admitted I had no idea about the breakfast part and braced myself for the backlash.

My daughter’s reaction was swift. “Mooooooommmmmm! It was on the sign-up sheet and the reminder they sent last week! How could you have missed that?”

What I wanted to say: Because I was so damn busy reading a book!

What I actually said: I have no idea. Let me grab something out of the pantry. 

Much to my horror, the only viable option that wasn’t already torn open, half eaten, or horrifically stale was a single, lonely bag of pretzels — also known as the breakfast of champions.

Twenty minutes later an entire group of mothers (where are all the dads?) watched this mother of the year dump an entire bag of overly processed, bleached wheat flour onto a paper plate next to perfectly cut cantaloupe, scrumptious smelling sausage balls and coolers full of delicious drinks.

Chow down, children! But (and this is a big but), I didn’t let it get to me. I went through the following three steps that I highly recommend deploying anytime you’re tempted to let a minor mishap rain on your accomplishment parade.

  1. When you hear the mean voice in your head pipe up, notice it. The most significant step toward achieving inner peace is the realization that you are not the mean voice in your head, you’re the one who hears it. In this case, I caught my Debbie Downer of a doubting mind saying, “Every other mother here managed to read and follow directions except you. When in the hell are you going to get your act together?” And by catching it, I could curb it. Why? Because when you become aware of your condescending self-talk, it’s like shining a spotlight on a shadow — it makes it disappear. On the other hand, if you fail to notice its nasty ways, it will happily run all over you for hours on end.
  2. Shift your thoughts toward the good stuff, not the bad. Once I noticed I was attacking myself for missing the breakfast memo, I shut that bitch radio down by directing my thoughts toward what I’d done well, rather than poorly. Case in point: I had dedicated several hours to reading an entire book and taken time off of work to show up and talk about it. That’s remarkable! And pretzels shouldn’t have the power to push that greatness to the side.
  3. Put it behind you. After catching myself in the act of negative self-talk and shifting my focus toward the good in me, not the bad, I was able to focus on why I was there in the first place — to talk about a terrific book and have fun along the way. In the movie Frozen, everyone assumes Elsa is singing “Let It Go” to all the little girls around the world, but I think she’s singing to the moms too. Regardless of how major or minor your next maternal mistake will be, it’s up to you, and only you, to muster up the power to let it go and move on.

Motherhood is full of permission slips, sign-up sheets and endless opportunities to let stuff slip through the cracks. If you don’t make a mistake today, you’ll make three tomorrow. Get used to it and more importantly get accustomed to moving on to the good stuff quickly.

The key to happiness is focusing your awareness and attention on your wins rather than your losses. Because whatever you put your attention on in life grows.

And as mothers it’s time to start growing more of the good stuff in our minds.

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