Don’t let the headline fool you. I would never profess to be the best mother in the world. I’m the furthest thing from it. Let me explain. I’m not neglectful or abusive. And I’m full of love. Actually, I’m oozing the gooey, mushy stuff most of the time. But I make one mistake after another (unable to keep him in time out, giving in when he wants a cheese cracker instead of kale, never knowing what to do when he has a tantrum, worrying about balancing time with him and my work, and the list goes on). To sum up, I’m never quite sure I’m doing the right thing despite my best intentions. Still, I’m fairly certain that every mother the world over feels the same at one time or another. That makes us all the best moms. After all, that feeling – a mix between guilt, disappointment, and so much love you believe your heart is about to burst into flames like a car in a Die Hard movie – is a terrific motivator to try and do better. So, we march on. And we try. And we do better at least half the time. The good news is that the other half the time we’re building character in our kids. Or at least that’s how I like to look at it late at night when I can’t sleep because I’m wondering if I’m ruining his life.
While I think we’re all the best moms we can be, I am most familiar with one breed – Italian mammas. They are my people. They raised me, and I am the mother I am because of them. That’s why I recently wrote down the reasons I love ’em and think of them as the best mammas out there for an Our Paesani column on ItaliansRus.com. No one else should take offense. These ladies are just the best for me. I know your kind of mamma is the best for you. And you are indeed the best for your kid. Happy Mother’s Day to all!
Di Meglio uses the written word to help families create memories and stick together. You can follow her on Facebook at Francesca’s Newlyweds Nest and on Twitter @ItalianMamma10.