“If That Makes Me a Bad Mom”

 

They call us names— some sweet, some strange, a few that sting, and others that make us laugh. But most of all, We are simply moms. If being “bad” means keeping schedules tight, routines steady, making sure veggies find their way onto tiny plates, and grounding you when choices go astray— If “bad” means teaching consequences, holding boundaries firm, and loving you enough to say no when it matters— Then yes, I’m bad If it means I want the best for you, I look out for you, And I say “no” a lot because sometimes love sounds like limits. I’m bad if it means I checked your homework, remind you to brush your teeth, and insist you put down the screen to look up at the sky and see the world God made. I’m bad if it means I fight for your future, pray over your choices, and feel your pain because you're hurt hits my heart too. I’m bad if it means I won’t let the world raise you in my place. I’ll stand guard at the door of your heart and teach you to stand strong In a world that bends easily. So call me what you will— strict, stubborn, old-fashioned, or just plain bad. I’ll wear that title proudly. Because if this is bad, Then bad is good. Bad is love. Bad is raising you to be brave, kind, and true. And when the day comes that you understand, you’ll know— I was never bad. I was yours. And that was everything.