Not all days are good days. Not every day are you the Betty Crocker, smelling like baked goods and wearing lipstick , a skirt, and pearls, bedecked in oven mitts in a sunny kitchen pulling delicious things from the oven. Not every day is the day you’d like your child to remember as their childhood. Yesterday I was the Ogre Mom, with beady red eyes, crazy hair, stomping around in my pajama pants meting out vegetables with a fury unmatched. I’d like to say I’m Betty Crocker and sunshine all the time, but to be sincere, I’m not. No mother ever is. We just have bad days. Days we regret before they’re even snoring away after we’ve put them to bed with a HUGE sigh of relief. Often times, Ogre Mom comes out when she’s experiencing the chicken children. As Bill Cosby says, parenthood is very similar to being pecked to death by chickens. I was pecked into a frenzy yesterday. In times like those, when a Mother turns Ogre, sometimes what we need most is to be told we’re really not an ogre at all, and that whether or not we’re Betty Crocker, we’re a good Mom just as we are, mistakes and all. Moms need encouragement too. We clean up after, dress, bathe, change, encourage, teach, talk, play, feed, clothe, and support everyone, and sometimes we need a little kickback ourselves. Sometimes we need to be told “for all your faults and troubles, I still love you” like we tell our children every day. Moms need to learn from teachable moments too. Thank God for tomorrows, when we can face a new day with our own confidence. (Betty ain’t got nothin’ on us ladies!) We can face a new day with that confidence built from our own failures, and successes.