I am that (inconsistent) Mother

 My oldest daughter, now 14, often says I can be inconsistent. She's not wrong. 

I am that mother who will both limit screen time and have full movie days.

I am that mother who can be patient and also fly off the handle.

I am that mother who will be care-free one day and up-tight the next.

I am the mother who wants to save money and who will take you on shopping sprees.

I am the mother who will tell you to save your money and that it's okay to spend it.

I am the mother who pushes health foods and also allows daily ice cream.

I am the mother who will want a relaxing weekend and book others to the brim with plans and company.

I am the mother who will say no and change her mind.

I am the mother who will say yes and change her mind. 

I am the mother who will tell her kids to stand up for themselves and who wants them to show empathy.

I am the mother who wont care what you wear one day and tell you "absolutely not" the next.

I am the mother who is too open about some things and closed off about others.

I am the mother who has the energy to try too hard some days and barely at all on others.

I am the mother who is willing to help yet wanting you to do things for yourself.

I am the mother who can be understanding and judgmental. 

I am the mother who is inconsistent. Who is trying her hardest. Whose actions are mood based. Who feels different daily. Who is being pulled in two different directions by two different daughters who require two different versions of me. I am the mother who is doing her best. 

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