Comments on: Supermom http://www.speed4sarah.com/supermom/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=supermom LET'S MAKE ALS HISTORY Tue, 06 Nov 2018 20:24:48 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.6.1 By: Jamie http://www.speed4sarah.com/supermom/#comment-2233 Jamie Fri, 16 Dec 2016 04:54:02 +0000 http://www.speed4sarah.com/?p=2452#comment-2233 Oh, the mom guilt. I’m sure there’s dad guilt and other people guilt but I only know mom guilt, and It. Is. Fierce. I can’t imagine the frustration that ALS piles on top of it. But you do so many things right, under such difficult circumstances. Scarlet will remember those times and I hope you will, too.

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By: D http://www.speed4sarah.com/supermom/#comment-2220 D Mon, 05 Dec 2016 21:56:12 +0000 http://www.speed4sarah.com/?p=2452#comment-2220 On this day, you did not do your best. That’s true. On another day, you will do better than most can fathom under the circumstances.

ALS has fucked you royally, and Scarlett too. And, NO, you did NOT deserve it – and there is a long list of really evil, vile human beings who DO deserve ALS, yet they’re able to use their working arms to create unthinkable harm to others. Totally fucked up!!! (And, yes, I meant all of that!)

Even without ALS, I lose my shit with my precious 6 year old because I’m a single mom who is overworked and just bone tired most of the time with little support and a strong-willed, fierce little spirit in the house.

After months of my therapist’s obnoxious hourly rate, she earned it by telling me that no one is or needs a perfect mother, that a “good enough mother” is just perfect. And for whatever reason that bullshit didn’t seem like bullshit. Years later, it has meant the world to me. I am a good enough mom.

And so are you.

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By: Rosanna http://www.speed4sarah.com/supermom/#comment-2218 Rosanna Sun, 04 Dec 2016 14:31:50 +0000 http://www.speed4sarah.com/?p=2452#comment-2218 I had one hell of a supermom day myself yesterday. Everything about it just sucked: the events that occurred and my feelings of overwhelming guilt afterwards. I spent a lot of the night thinking about grace and forgiveness (not in a religious sense) because I could tell I was quickly heading down a nasty road of depression. I have a lot of work to do around this, but what I awoke with this morning is that, ultimately, my kids simply need me, in whatever form I may be that day. Sometimes I act poorly. Some of those acts are forgivable, and some of them are even forgettable. It’s very possible that my son will have neither feelings for me later in life, but I was as honest as possible with him about my behavior, and how it made me feel, and why it occurred. Now I need to start a new day.

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