What I Learned From My Last Bad Day

There are days when motherhood feels magical — the hugs, the laughter, the little moments that make your heart explode. But then there are days when it feels like too much. My last “bad day” was one of those. I had all three of my kids running around the house, all needing me at once. I felt overstimulated, pulled in every direction, and in the back of my mind, that quiet voice whispered: Am I enough? Am I doing this right? Do my kids even realize how hard I try?

It’s easy to spiral on days like that, wondering if I’m failing them, if they’ll grow up wishing they had a “better” mom. But here’s the truth I realized — even on my worst day, it’s still their best day with me.

Because in the middle of my overwhelm, I looked up and saw my kids hanging on me, laughing with me, begging to do activities together. They weren’t judging me for being tired or overstimulated. They were just excited to be around me. They wanted to dress like me, talk like me, be near me. In their eyes, I wasn’t failing. I was still their safe place, their favorite person.

That moment shifted everything for me. Motherhood doesn’t ask me to be perfect, it just asks me to be there. My kids don’t need a flawless mom — they need me. They don’t remember the little frustrations, the messy house, or the chaotic moments. What they’ll remember is that I showed up, hugged them, played with them, loved them fiercely.

So what I learned from my last bad day is this: sometimes the way we see ourselves isn’t the way our kids see us at all. In their eyes, we’re already enough. We’re already the hero, the role model, the favorite person in the world. And that reminder is what helps me be kinder to myself, even on the messy days.

Moms — have you ever had a day where you felt like you were failing, only to realize your kids thought it was the best day ever?

From my altar to yours- Storm