No. Stop It. [on moms and stress]

I keep reading things on the Internet about moms. Because bloggers that are ladies tend to be moms. It's just a thing.
However, they tend to use such words as "overwhelmed," "busy," "stressed," and mention things about being worried about failure or wondering if they're doing right for their kids or just a ton of stuff about being, well, not sure.

NO. STOP IT. 
Please. Pretty please (with a cherry on top, even).

Don't think I'm saying this because I don't have kids. Because it's not. I don't have kids, I have dogs, and I like it that way, thank you very much.
Don't think I'm saying this because I'm tired of seeing it (I mean, I am, but for a different reason - we'll get there I promise).
Don't think I'm saying this because everyone is saying it.

I'm saying it because of something that needs to be said:
More than likely, moms of the Internet, you're doing JUST FINE. Probably even better than "just fine," when you think about it.

I don't know your lives beyond what you share, and I can still say this with confidence. And even if you're not sharing, I can still say it. And I'm right.

Because of one thing.
My mom didn't know what she was doing, either. She told me so (I remember from being a kid, at one point, my mom told me she didn't know what she was doing basically). And, hey, guess what - she did awesome.
You're probably doing awesome, too.

I didn't always think my mom was awesome (duh, teenagers are stupid) - but now, I know that she is. And was. And has been. And will be. And everything that she did, she had her reasons for, and they were good reasons.
Which is all that matters. 

You can be overwhelmed, and you can be stressed, and you can be worried if everything is going to work out alright. That's perfectly fine. Though, take a minute and think about why you're doing what you're doing, and why you're saying what you are. More than likely, you've got your kids' best interests at heart. Whether they like what you're doing at the time doesn't matter; they're going to see that at some point in their life. And they'll be thankful. And they'll love you and still love you. And it'll be okay.

Yeah - IT. WILL. BE. OKAY.
Because, guaranteed, if you're worried about being a good mom, you're doing it right. And if you're doing it right, you'll raise thankful kids. And, eventually, those kids will turn into thankful adults. And they'll make you lunch sometimes, or you'll have Christmas together and they won't groan about having to spend time with their family (or at the very least, spending time with you), or they will message you on Google Hangouts while you're working about just whatever, and it'll be alright.

I have a mom. I love my mom. She had a lot to deal with, being a mom (and still does, cuz being a mom doesn't end).

I understand that it's easy to get wrapped up in trying to be perfect. Except, we all know, nothing is perfect, nobody is perfect, and that's life. But, as a kid, all we want is your best, as often as you can spare it.
And sometimes, if that means your best is just making sure there's dinner taken care of and everyone sat down at the table together, then awesome. If your best is brushing your daughter's hair because she asked you nicely, even though you don't want to and can only do it for a few minutes before your shoulder starts to hurt, then awesome. If your best is watching Mario Kart races while also reading, then awesome. If your best is questioning your kid when they do not as well on a test to make sure that nothing is wrong, then awesome. If your best is letting your kid help cook dinner but only be in charge of making sure that the canned refried beans or canned vegetables are cooked (because, you know, all that it needs is to be heated), then awesome.
Because, as a former kid, I can attest that it all adds up.

So please, stop thinking horrible things. Or, you know, at least remember from time to time that you're probably worrying too much. Though I hear that's a very "mom" thing to do.

~ Havok

P.S. Mom, I love you. Thank you.

P.P.S. No, this was not intentioned to be a love letter to my mom. But what better way of proving my point than with, you know, real life examples.