Kitchen Confessions from an Imperfect Mom

Flower Cupcakes

My life has not turned out like I had planned. It has turned out much better than that. I have lived an undeserved amazing life. Full of richness. Full of loved ones. Full of passion and joy.

As I am writing today, Mother’s Day, I have many confessions to make. Not only have I not always been a perfect mom, sometimes I have not even been a good one. Sometimes I have yelled and criticized. Sometimes I missed ball games or parties. Sometimes I ==gasp== even gave my kids bad food. There have been drive-through moments in my life, when I just wanted to get little people fed and quiet, and I didn’t even care that the food I gave them was bad for them.

But in acknowledging these imperfections, I also embrace those many more frequent times when I tried. I really, really tried. I did my level best, most of the time, to nourish bodies and souls.

Sometimes my efforts met mixed reviews.

When my daughter Kate was a preschooler, I made some “healthy” soup and put it in front of her. She looked at it. She looked at me. “I’m not going to eat this, even if you spank me.”

Yet another time I fed a “healthy” meal to all and Kate explained “Mom, this tastes like garbage.”

As I look back, the most satisfying times I have spent in my kitchen have been those moments I shared. It is hugely time intensive to let your kids “help” you in the kitchen. But those moments are the best memories my kitchen holds.

There is just nothing like cooking to bind us together as a family. Making candy turkeys at Thanksgiving time. Making Grandma’s enchilada recipe. Feeling warm dough between our fingers making bread. Layering lasagna in an assembly line.

And my kids had many kitchen experiments of their own. Volcano cakes that exploded. Baking cakes without flour. And the time they poured popcorn kernels directly onto the burner just to see what happened.

The passion we have for each other as a family becomes so real in the kitchen. We eat passionate, rustic, flavorful food served as a side of life.

And that has made all the difference.

Happy Mother’s Day from an imperfect mom!

— posted by Donna


  1. says

    I am convinced that imperfect moms are actually the best ones. Is that “barking up my own tree”? Ofcourse, somebody’s gotta do it ;-) So tonight they are off to bed 1/2 an hour early. So I can watch the last episode of Greys Anatomy… I have to make the best of now, they cannot tell time yet! Embrace the imperfectness, I find it makes me less stressfull. And when I am not stressed I am more patient, more cuddely and therefor there is more love going around! (however, they still refuse leeksoup…cuddely or not :-(

    • says

      Couldn’t agree more! I had four kids under the age of 8 at one time – and I did love every minute, but I gotta say it was exhausting. Your kids are lucky to have you!

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