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     I am so proud of my children. I really do have the best kids anyone could want. Granted, there are some days I like them a bit more than others. But, all in all, they are pretty awesome. 
     Even having the best kids in the universe, it does not make this whole mom thing any easier. There are so many times I question everything I am doing, and to what extent I am screwing them up. I try so hard to do everything right, but it is just so damn hard. 


 
 
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     You know, it wasn't that long ago that I was a teenager. I remember how it was, even though you may not think I do. I remember how endless the school days were, which is why I am excited to hear about what you did, when you walk in the door. I know how annoying parents can be, so I realize why you roll your eyes behind my back. I even remember making that same semi-growling noise, when I didn't want to be bothered. Believe it or not, I remember exactly what it was like to be a teenager. It really wasn't so long ago, even though you may think we are so different and I don't understand you at all. 


 
 
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      Last June, I had a moment of clarity. I was a mom and a wife, but I felt like I needed to achieve more, for me. Here I am, seven months later, and I am so blessed. Nonperfect Parenting has done so much better than I ever could have anticipated. It is a daily project of love, that is fully supported by my family. I adore each late night, every hour spent in my kitchen nook (where I write), and the endless mail deliveries that have taken over our home.  
     Today, I was nominated for The Versatile Blogger Award by Joely Smith (FashionBeyondForty.com). This is a blogger who I respect and adore. I have read her blog for months now, and admired her work. She is absolutely incredible, and never in a million years did I assume she would even know Nonperfect Parenting. Thank you Joely, for your kind words and your nomination. 


 
 
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     I remember when I was young, standing in front of my mom’s vanity. I would hold up her jewelry to my neck and ears. When she allowed, I would put on a bit of blush or lipstick. I was in awe of my mother, she was beautiful. My mother worked all of the time, but she still took care of my brothers and me. In total, there were four of us. I was the only girl and the oldest. My mom made everything look so effortless. From making us a hot breakfast each day to always looking beautiful for my dad. I wanted to be my mom.