My True Mom Confession

I am a woman who needs her sleep. You would not like me when I’m tired, my children don’t like me when I’m tired, I don’t like me when I’m tired.

When my son (I won’t tell you which one so that he doesn’t yell at me) was younger, he was afraid of monsters at night. It would keep him up, and if he woke up during the night, it would keep me up with constant calls to check for the monsters.

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One night, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I know that the “good mom” thing to do is to patiently explain that there are no monsters. I know in the moment, you don’t want to solve the problem (you want to go back to sleep) You actually just want to solve the problem (fear of the unknown) for a lifetime. But I just couldn’t take it anymore.

So, instead of patiently explaining that there were no monsters, that monsters weren’t real, I found “the monster” and I karate-chopped that ugly beast. I got him good with a right and a left, and I told him to get out of my son’s room and to tell all the other monsters that is what happens to monsters I find in our house.

My son went to sleep, I went to sleep, and the monsters disappeared. If only all parenting were that simple.

So, that’s my “confession” or coping trick. Sometimes, I don’t do exactly what I’m supposed to. Sometimes, I don’t do the good mom thing, the thing the experts would tell me to do. Sometimes, I handle the problem right in front of me and worry about the consequences later.

Sometimes, I karate chop the monsters.

This is a sponsored post on behalf of Children’s Advil. I received compensation for this post; however, all opinions stated are my own.