Before I had kids, I had a certain vision of what motherhood would look like.
I pictured my family sitting down to organic, grain-free, dairy-free, sugar-free picnic lunches in the park with matching hipster outfits — plaid shirts, slouchy beanies, and all. I imagined reading deconstructed fairy tales to my quiet, angelic children while the iPad collected dust in the closet. And when I saw other mothers running after their screaming children, I silently judged them.
But three years and two children later, I’m waving the white flag. My real experience of motherhood is far from being exactly what I pictured — and that's okay.
Here are just a few of the things I said I'd never do as a mom, and why I ended up doing them anyway: