Perfect Mom? Don’t Worry, I’m Not Either!

Guess what, I am not a perfect mom. Nope, never have been, never will be. And here’s the irony in that – I remember countless prayers during my struggle with infertility that included this, “I promise I will be an awesome mom, totally amazingly awesome.” I guess I felt that if I promised to be awesome, it might convince the Powers That Be, to say, “oh, ok, that’s all you needed to say Sara.” So here I am, almost 4 years later, blessed with an awesome little lady, and totally not living up to my promises to be “totally amazingly awesome.”
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Kids Can Cook! Celebrating Kids Eat Right Month!

Who Me? Cook?

I don’t remember spending a whole lot of time in the kitchen as a kid. Sure, I had my hand at whipping up a muffin or cake mix now and again, but that was the extent of it.  Not being “invited” into the kitchen to cook isn’t something for which I blame my parents. I’m pretty sure they felt like many parents – tired and just doing their best to get food on the table. My dad worked all day and most of the cooking was left to my mom, who, I’m pretty sure, didn’t love cooking. Even though she didn’t necessarily enjoy it, she was a great cook and we had some amazing meals at our house. The food was so good and I never knew that no one else ate the way we did.

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