An Open Apology to Moms Everywhere

Transparent thoughts from my pre-motherhood days—I had no idea what I was in for
An Open Apology to Moms Everywhere

Hi, remember me? I was the cute, young thing in Tory Burch accessories a while back who saw you at Trader Joe's on that horrible day. I'm sure you'll remember. It was about 4:30 in the afternoon, and you were still in those stained Wal-Mart yoga pants you wore to your morning step class.

You had a shopping cart filled with lunchmeat, snack packs, drinks, and toilet paper. I was buying a cheese and cracker plate and overpriced wine.

You had two young girls who were trying to balance on the edge of the cart while singing (read: yelling) the theme song to some mind-numbing cartoon. I had my MP3 player plugged into a Grammy-winning artist you had likely never even heard of.

You were promising your kids two desserts if they would be quiet for five minutes. The next minute you were growling at them to stop jumping in and out of the cart or they would never get dessert again in their lives. Finally, you banished them to a bench near the exit, exhausted by your errands, your day, your life.

I remember thinking how different my kids would be that magical day I became a mother. Like Jesus in the Gospel of Mark, I would insist that the children come to me, for to such belongs the kingdom of God.

Then the children actually came.

Time to come clean: I had NO idea what I was in for. No. Idea. Despite my degree in children's development, I have begged, bribed, threatened, and coerced my two preschool boys more times than I'd like to admit. While I love reading and want them to grow up to be readers, I have edited more than one bedtime book because my favorite television show was starting in five minutes. I have eaten their Halloween candy, dressed them in clothes pulled from the hamper, and called Santa on my cell phone to report bad behavior.

And I still consider myself a good mother.

I now know that when Jesus invited all the little children unto him it was because he knew that their mothers could not possibly answer one more question, tie one more shoe, sign one more reading log, or have one more conversation through the bathroom door. Two thousand years later, we mothers are still pleading with heaven for divine respite care.

As for my boys, they have each had Academy Award-worthy meltdowns in the middle of a hot, crowded department store. On more than one occasion, they have refused to eat, nap, potty, and say thank you when I needed them to, and have therefore been cranky, tired, wet, and rude at the worst possible times. They have also dropped the f-bomb in front of my mother-in-law. Twice. But I still consider myself a good mother. And I still think I have good kids.

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Helen Coronato is a TCW regular contributor as well as a non-fiction author and a homeschooling mom of two boys. Check out her projects and connect at

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