I Am NOT My Bad Days

I am currently reading a book called Desperate by Sally Clarkson and Sarah Mae. It is real-life dialog between two women of different seasons. One is a mom of young children “desperate” to breathe. The other is a mom of adult children finally seeing the “fruits of her labor.” One line in the book really spoke to me. Sarah Mae says, “I can only offer what has helped me: making a very conscious choice to be in the Word, eating the bread of life every day, and recognizing that I am not my bad days.”

baddays2As a mom of two young children, I often struggle with the idea that I am failing them. If I lose my temper, don’t feed them at the first sign of hunger, or skip their bath for another night because I am too exhausted, I start to get down on myself. The other night Ava really wanted to help me cook dinner, but I was rushing to get everything done. My husband, Daniel, was going to be home soon and everything had to appear to be perfect. I didn’t want him walking through the door and his first thought being, “What did you do all day?” Well, Ava wasn’t listening as I told her numerous times there was nothing I needed her help with. I was quickly dicing potatoes and cutting asparagus and had no time for her to slow me down. She went to her room and drug her chair into the kitchen. She reached in the drawer and got out her kids safe knife. She pulled up right beside me with a big smile again saying, “I want to help, momma”. I lost it. I told her (not so politely) if she really wanted to help, she would clean up her toys or play with her sister…anything that didn’t slow me down because any second her dad would be walking through the door. Well, Ava immediately began crying as I had crushed her servant spirit. She ran to her room broken hearted. Her screams disturbed Emmeline, so she began crying. And what happened next…Daniel came through the door just as both kids were screaming, timers were going off, toys were all over the floor…far from the “everything is perfect” look I was going for.

baddays1We will all have bad moments, bad days, sometimes bad weeks. But we don’t have to be defined by those bad moments unless we allow it to define us. We are given the ability to begin each day anew no matter how difficult yesterday was. Tomorrow is our chance to be better. To be the mom we know we can be. We have to stop, relax, breathe, and know that we were created perfectly for what our children need in a mom.

That night, I curled up in bed with Ava and asked that she forgive me for having a “bad mommy moment”. There were no and’s, if’s, or but’s to my apology. Just me, her mom, humbling myself because I am not that person. I am not my bad days. Thankfully, my beautiful child has unconditional love for me, and I was forgiven.

How do you cope when you have one of those bad days?

Lisa is a 29-year-old Baton Rouge area native. After high school, she applied for and auditioned with New York University’s Theatre Education program. Before she heard if she was accepted, she met the man of her dreams and never opened the letter from NYU! She instead remained close to home and attended LSU. In 2007 she married Daniel, a fire fighter. In 2010 she gave birth to their daughter Ava Elise, and then in 2013, she gave birth to their second daughter, Emmeline Margaret. They have suffered the loss of five pregnancies, which has helped shape their goals and ideas as parents. Lisa’s favorite thing to do is spend time with her family any chance she can. She practices gentle parenting and natural living. Her hobbies include cooking and decorating for any holiday. You will often find her and her family at festivals, parades, and any event with a good Swamp Pop band playing. She is an active member of the Diocese of Baton Rouge Catholic Engaged Encounter community, which holds retreats for engaged couples to help them be better prepared for marriage. More than anything, Lisa loves to laugh and smile and give glory to God.


  1. We all need this reminder sometimes. You are an incredible mother who has your children’s best interest in mind. I remember an incident when my dad spanked me as a child (after doing something VERY dangerous). What I remember the most is him apologizing and hugging me after. It showed me that parents make mistakes, too. It’s a positive memory of my childhood. So maybe Ava will have the same impression of that day. 🙂

  2. Many people have dreams of great accomplishments. Years ago I realized my greatest accomplishment (with my husband) is the birth and raising of my kids. With wishes that my children would have children and so on. Therefore my accomplishment carries on for generations and centuries! Next goal is to enter into the eternal life to be reunited with those before me and those to come!


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