I said those words in a PT interview today and it really hit me for some reason (in a good way). The realization that it is okay to make mistakes. I make mistakes with my parenting, and THAT'S OKAY. I learn from them.
For example... I have, on occasion, lost my temper, and I have swatted my kids on their butts in a moment of frustration and rage. And I immediately give myself a time-out and admit that I did a bad thing and shouldn't have done it. My son has also told me that I made a mistake and has said "you did the WRONG thing, mommy. You didn't use your words". (Aren't kids wonderful and amazing?!?)
Am I a horrible person? I used to think so. But I am starting to realize that I am not. I am a good person. But I am HUMAN. I am not a computer -- I can't be programmed to always behave exactly the way I want to behave, the way that I believe is the correct, right way to behave. Such ideals are wonderful in theory, but can be virtually impossible to attain in practice.
I refuse to continue to beat myself up over every little mistake that I have ever made in my life. I can't always be everything that I strive to be every single day. Every now and then, I am bound to trip up and make a mistake or two.
Some mistakes are big ones, like the ones I described above. Some of them are small - like the relish that I spilled on the floor today at the restaurant.
I am not a horrible person because of the mistakes that I make. I am flawed. I am imperfect. I am human. I am me. And I love me, just as I am.
For example... I have, on occasion, lost my temper, and I have swatted my kids on their butts in a moment of frustration and rage. And I immediately give myself a time-out and admit that I did a bad thing and shouldn't have done it. My son has also told me that I made a mistake and has said "you did the WRONG thing, mommy. You didn't use your words". (Aren't kids wonderful and amazing?!?)
Am I a horrible person? I used to think so. But I am starting to realize that I am not. I am a good person. But I am HUMAN. I am not a computer -- I can't be programmed to always behave exactly the way I want to behave, the way that I believe is the correct, right way to behave. Such ideals are wonderful in theory, but can be virtually impossible to attain in practice.
I refuse to continue to beat myself up over every little mistake that I have ever made in my life. I can't always be everything that I strive to be every single day. Every now and then, I am bound to trip up and make a mistake or two.
Some mistakes are big ones, like the ones I described above. Some of them are small - like the relish that I spilled on the floor today at the restaurant.
I am not a horrible person because of the mistakes that I make. I am flawed. I am imperfect. I am human. I am me. And I love me, just as I am.





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