Being Okay With Being A “Good Enough” Mom


I recently had to classify what kind of mom I am. Was I a crunchy or a helicopter mom? Am I a hands on or totally laid back mama?

Basically I had to put a name on my particular parenting style. So after a lot of consideration* I decided to label myself as a “good enough” mom.

*Just kidding; I don’t have time to actually sit alone and ponder such deep thoughts. A good friend of mine mentioned something about how she felt good enough, and it stuck with me.

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As a good enough mom to three kiddos under 4,  I’m nowhere near perfect, but I don’t think I’m completely crappy. Honestly, my goal in life is that if I can keep the kids fed, somewhat dressed, and have them be somewhat decent tiny humans, then that’s good enough for me.

As a good-enough mama I have some standards. I mentioned them above (get them to take bites of their food, and wear—at the very least—underwear when they’re playing out in the front yard. Oh, and I’d like them to be respectful), but here are a few ways I actually practice what I preach.

Now, I love a home cooked meal just as much as the next mom; I mean, I sell Pampered Chef, for crying out loud, but as a Good Enough Mom, I truly believe that Chick-fil-A is a gift from heaven. The simple fact that I can eat a meal in peace and quiet (and even sneak in a milkshake) while my kids play in their always clean, somewhat sound-proof little glass box, is proof that there’s a God. Oh, and if the workers at CFA know your name, where you like to sit, and the fact that you want three Chick-fil-A sauces with your meal, just embrace it. That doesn’t mean that you go there too often. No, that just means that you’re loyal, and loyalty is a great thing.

I know smelly kids are frowned upon in our society, and while my kids love tub time, we always seem to rush that routine, so instead of it being all cute and Instagram worthy, it’s just chaotic with lots of water everywhere. That’s why I love living in a place with perpetual summer, because I totally consider running through the sprinklers and playing in the kiddie pool out back a bath.

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Let’s go back to food for a hot minute. Even though my kids were breastfed and baby-led weaned, and despite the fact that both of them used to devour broccoli, green beans, and collard greens when they were younger, doesn’t mean jack right now. Why? Because kids eventually grow up and have a mind of their own, and the minds of my children quickly turned into, “I hate any food that isn’t cereal or cheese.” Y’all, I pretty much jumped for joy when I saw my daughter eat a single pea—A PEA!—from her fried rice. That momentary giddiness turned into a disappointed sigh when she spat it out two seconds later. #parenting

How else am I a good-enough mom? Oh, this is a good one: Moana and Daniel Tiger are my favorite (free) babysitters. Do I even need to explain this one? Moana has the most beautiful, magical, calming music, and Daniel Tiger is the mom I wish I could be—he teaches them all the things, has catchy songs to make them remember the lessons, and he can get them to sit still and not move a single inch for 23 minutes. God bless you, Daniel Tiger.

I’m the good-enough mom who routinely forgets something in her purse/diaper bag. I’ll either have a diaper, but no wipes. Or snacks, but no extra diaper. Or five pieces of gold fish at the bottom of the bag, and one wipe left, but no change of clothes for the blowout that just occurred. It’s almost a guarantee that I’ll have exactly what I don’t need when I need it the most. Thank goodness for other moms around me who actually have their life together, and help a lady out when she needs it the most.

If my kids have meltdowns in the middle of the store—wait; I mean when they have meltdowns, I leave them there, and let them ride it out as long as possible, while reminding them that there’s no crying in Target (I mean, seriously?!). And yes sometimes I even take a picture.

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Should I take them out and remove them from the situation? Probably. But I’m not going to revamp my entire plans just because they lose their poop over not being able to keep a stuffed unicorn with them in the cart. Nope. They can keep crying, and people can stare. I’ll continue explaining the situation in a calm manner (while gritting my teeth and sweating profusely), and I’ll work on distraction, but I won’t be one of those people who will leave the cart right then and there and go back later. Ain’t nobody got time for that! If I’m out in a store with all of my kids, there’s a good reason for that, and I don’t have time to repeat that trip (and another meltdown) again later.

Basically, I’m prepared to lose several battles. Full disclosure: I can be a pushover. Sometimes I just don’t even want to deal with the crying, fighting, and arguing that comes from not giving into something. So they win, again. Just don’t tell my kids that, because I want them to at least have some sort of allure that I hold authority.

But here’s the exciting part of being a good enough mom: some days you totally rock everything.

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As a good enough mom, there are days when I totally feel like I’m winning this parenting thing. It’s the days when they’re magically perfect little angels and actually say please and thank you to everything under the sun, or days when they all fall asleep and take a nap at.the.same.time. It’s the moments when they play with each other, and I don’t have to scream, “no” for the hundredth time. I take those days to recharge and fill my cup with more patience and grace.

Since I’m pretty much just making up this motherhood and parenting journey as I go along, some days we have ice cream for dinner, and we let them stay up too late (and pay for it when we actually try to get them into bed). Some days I actually have a Pinterest craft go as planned, and I say “yes” more often than I say, “no.” And while I wish every day was like that, that every day was magical and picture perfect, I have to remember that being good enough means being good enough for them and for me.

Parenting is hard, and it’s not always cupcakes and rainbows.

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I wish I had more patience.

I wish I had more grace.

I wish there weren’t days where all five of us has cried before 9 am.

I wish we did more crafts (and I really wish I actually liked craft time instead of dreading it).

I wish I didn’t yell and lose my temper.

I wish I had more one-on-one time with the kids.

I wish time didn’t move so fast.

I wish I could stop time and savor these early years instead of wishing them away.

I wish, I wish, I wish. I wish I could be a better mom, instead of just a good enough mom.

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But until wishes start coming true (or I magically turn into someone else), good enough will have to be okay with me. It’s not perfect, and it’s not horrible, it’s just good… and nothing’s wrong with a little good.

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Jessica's a transplant to San Diego by way of New Mexico, Georgia, and Italy, and she's loving the west-coast vibe. She’s a work-at-home mom who simultaneously chases around her two little girls (4 and 2 years old) while nursing her newborn baby boy. She’s a mama by day, a blogger at nap time, and she’s a Pampered Chef lady at night. Even with her hands full, this Air Force wife loves exploring her new surroundings every chance she can, tasting the delicious good eats that California has to offer, and spending time outside in the gorgeous weather. You can follow her on Facebook, see what she’s up to on Instagram, and keep up with her musings on her blog at Jessica Lynn Writes.


  1. Cheers to the ‘good enough’ mom! I am one!

    Though, I could be a better mom…. maybe if I just try to be better by even just a teeny tiny fraction each day then some day all the little actions will graduate me to ‘better mom’ status. 🙂


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