I adhere to the 60/40 rule of parenting.

'Cause I have to.

Because I only get parenting 'right,' like 60% of the time.

SO, to preserve what's left of

my precious ego,

my sanity,

and the remnants of the faith I have in myself that I fully capable of successfully raising three humans from their newborn state to 18+ years of age,

I accept that I am

less than perfect,

that so are my decisions,

same with those of the kids,

and that even though we both screw up some (a lot),

we're all going to be just fine -- perhaps even more than.

Because mothering would be really boring if I always got it right.

And kid-ing, well, it would feel a bit monotonous if it always went right.

Life is an adventure, and raising kids into adults who believe anything else, well, that would be the real mistake.

At least that's what I'm telling myself.

Remember?

60/40.

It's like two truths and a lie.

The lie we tell ourselves is that our parenting mistakes define us and screw our kids up for life,

when the two truths are that

1) we're getting sh*t a lot more right than we think

and that

2) what we don't get right, our kids

will survive,

forgive us for,

and likely be more resilient humans because of.