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Every mom has a confession. What's yours?

Posted: Wednesday, April 15, 2009 5:20 PM by Jen Brown
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From Alicia Ybarbo, TODAY producer and co-author, TODAY's Moms


Lucy, Alicia and Jack
In the days after my first child, Jack, was born, I thought I was supposed to keep him in the hospital room with me every minute so I could single-handedly change every diaper and soothe every cry.  I learned my lesson well because when my second child, Lucy, was born two years later, I had the nurses take care of her for the first few days so I could get my rest and regain my strength before returning home.  I promised myself not to feel guilty about getting a lot of sleep in the hospital.

Late one night the nurse brought Lucy to my room at midnight to breastfeed.  I fed her and pushed the call button for the nurse to return Lucy to the nursery.  No one came, not even after several more attempts with the call button.  Finally, with stitches in my stomach from the c-section and an IV and epidural still attached to my arm, I dragged myself out of bed, entered the nursery, and added a very content sleeping Lucy to a parking lot of crying babies.  I hesitated from the sight of blaring overhead lights and less than attentive nurses... thinking, ‘hmm…. maybe I should bring Lucy back to the room with me so she’s not disrupted from all this chaos’.  But I quickly popped out of my momentary lapse of good judgment, smiled at the nurses and shuffled back to bed.  I never slept better.  

That’s just one of many of my own personal parenting confessions, but as all you moms out there know, I am not alone.

True Mom Confessions
About a month ago, I had a chance meeting with Romi Lassally, author of "True Mom Confessions."  We bumped into each other in the TODAY Show greenroom, where she was preparing for an appearance on the show.  We hit it off right away.

(Both Romi’s book and my book, “Today’s Moms: Essentials for Surviving Baby’s First Year,” launched on April 7th.  Coincidentally, I even wrote about TMC in my book … because whether you admit to it or not, we’re all guilty of doing things that we’re less than proud of as parents.)    

A few years ago, Romi started a Web site where "women confess their fears, frailties and fantasies without any risk of judgment or consequence.  The mission is to act as your anonymous best friend on those days when you feel like you're going to crack or when you need a laugh." I’ve personally been on the site from time to time to share a little mommy guilt and to snoop around to see the other confessions.  You’ve got to visit the site simply to see the kinds of things that are on there.  It’s unbelievably entertaining.  I guarantee you’ll be surprised by what other moms and dads are sharing.  

My daughter Lucy is now 4, and I still occasionally find myself laughing about all the little moments I should feel guilty about as a parent.  There are nights when I put my kids to go to bed without brushing their teeth.  Gasp!  Schedules are tight in my household and there are, it seems, a million things that need to get done between the time my husband and I get home from work and the time my children go to bed at 7:30pm. There’s homework to do, backpacks to pack, PJ’s to put on, books to read, teeth to brush, last minute bathroom visits...  I confess, sometimes I try to skip the tooth-brushing element of our bedtime ritual, hoping to shave 5 minutes off the routine.  But my very wise son, Jack, usually blows the whistle on me with an observation like, “But mommy, we forgot to brush our teeth! We can’t go to bed yet.”  Busted… by my 6-year-old son, nonetheless.  Ouch. 

Which leads me to this… What is YOUR confession?  Share it with us.  You’ll feel better by doing it.  Think of it as a form of free therapy… Thanks for sharing.


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I have resorted to bribing my child with chocolate chips because she won't drink milk: one half ounce per each chip has been doing the trick.
My kids are like lots of other kids that never want to throw anything away. Every scrap of paper living under the bed with the dust bunnies is priceless in their opinion. When the clutter overtakes their bedrooms and the floor turns into an obstacle course, I  gather up those discarded HappyMeal toys and other useless stuff in garbage bags and tell them I put it in "storage."
My 3 1/2 year old daughter is HORRIBLE at eating, and I am not the mom to do the "You-eat-this-or-you-don't-eat" speech, so I give in WAY too much on the junk food issue. And, I don't cook so we eat out way too much. We're all slender and stay healthy for the most part, but I know that might not be the case for her if I keep letting her eat the foods she does!!
CONFESSION~I don't actually ENJOY playing with my 4 yr old daughter!! (gasp!!)I feel terrible about it,but I just can't get into having toys talk to each other & chase each other around.I sit there faking it and trying not to focus on the mess we're making. I can't just ignore everything else & give her 100% all the time. I feel like I'm in a constant tug-o-war between time with her & cleaning the house/laundry...
I have a 17 year old girl and a 7 year old boy.  One would think the 7 year old would be the issue.  No, the 17 year old is the bigger challenge.  I can honestly say that I understand why some moms "run away from home!"
I don't do half the things I'm supposed to do regularly: reading to them, taking them to religious services, or even all their laundry when I should. And yet everyone tells me what a good mother I am! Am I being too hard on myself, or are their standards even lower than mine?
I hope grandmothers are welcome. I have a 2 yr. old grandson that my husband nick named Menace to Society.
He is wild,won't listen & sadly I admit we prefer his visits be short & only w/ his parents present. It breaks my heart that my 25 yr. old daughter just doesn't get being a mother.
I hate the moms who say, " I just love being a mom. It is the best thing that ever happened to me. My kids are such a joy". How come I don't feel that way? I love my kids but they drive me nuts!!!
All and every Mother out there has my sympathy totally. I had my three children in 1966, 1967, and 1968. That is not that long ago really. The first two were a year and ten days apart. With my first born I had to wash all her diapers and clothes by hand and hang them out even in the freezing winter. They would freeze before I would get them on the clothesline while standing knee or thigh deep in snow. No throw away bottles. All glass.
During the time from babies until adulthood I didn’t get a drop of help from their father. He babysat once when my oldest was 3 months old.  I did all the housework, shopping, ironing, Yes ladies ironing. Military fatigues had to be starched and creased plus we ironed everything back then….the list goes on. Being a military family  I was away from home a lot so I didn’t have my family to help. I hate to say that I get upset when I listen to some of the mothers today. Mother’s before me had it even harder.  Count your blessing ladies. In closing, my biggest wish when I had my children was to go to the bathroom without someone pounding on the bathroom door. I truly hope things get better for all  of you. This web page is a wonderful thing. I wished it was around forty three years ago. Oh heck I wouldn’t have had the time to get on the computer. Good luck to all Mom's. Enjoy it now. You will look back in 15 to 20 years and say, Those were the best times of my life." The older they get the hardest it gets, trust me.Give me 10, 2 year olds to the teen age years and adult chidren. The older they get, the bigger the problems.
I always forget to make my 3yo brush her teeth. Until my 6mo son was old enough to take a bath with her (to cut down on bath time) neither of them was bathed more than twice a week! (thank god its fun and easy now) I would much rather spend time making my 6mo crack up then playing barbies with the preschooler (i just hate it!)
I have been a mother since I was 21 years old. I am 29 years old now and I am tired of motherhood.  Don't get me wrong, I love my children.  I have a daughter, age 7, and a son, age 4.  But they absolutely drive me crazy.  This is hard to say, but my children never miss a day of school.  My daughter has had perfect attendance since pre school.  And my son has been in school since the age of 2 years old.  Does that make me a bad mother?  My favorite time of day is 9pm, which is bedtime.  I truly love my kids but sometimes feel overwhelmed.
After playing Chutes and Ladders with my four year for weeks and always losing..... I cheated so I could win.
I quit my job to stay at home with my now 7month old an had these high expectations of having a perfect house, teaching and playing with my baby, and even learning to cook!  However, my house is a wreck, I can't cook (and have no desire too), and I feel like I don't know what to do now that I am home all day...and going crazy!!!
I tell my daughter I think she is beautiful many times a day, despite the fact that my husband thinks this will make her conceited.
I fought so hard to have a 4 day work week so I could be home with my now 21 month old on Fridays in additions to weekends.  Guess what day is now my least favorite of the week???  Fridays.  The day is so long and my son is going through the terrible two's early so I dread having to spend all day with him without some breaks.  
i send my son's artwork to my mom and grandmom as gifts because not only will they enjoy them and be able to track his academic progress but also because i DONT WANT THEM.

there's just too many and i guess thats why his teacher is pawning them off on me in the first place.

guess its the circle of life.
im 7 months pregnant and "they" keep telling me that im supposed to read to my belly so the baby's brain can develop.  i dont want to, i dont like to and it feels dumb.

so instead i make my son sit really close to me when he's reading his own books (which i enjoy).  this way i can kill two birds with one stone.

to just sit there and read to a stomach feels way too awkward and forced.  i refuse to feel guilty about it.
I have three boys who are 9,13 and 17.  When they are by themselves it is nice, but when all three are together, they argue like crazy.  They can never agree on anything even if it's about the weather outside.  It drives me nuts, so sometimes I just tell them to figure their issues out themselves.  Then they want to know why I don't do something.  I always tell them that when they grow older, they'll appreciate each other and that I will step in when I feel it's needed.  
some days i just want to be alone and as a stay at home mom that isn't in my cards, so i put the gate up in my boys' room put on a movie and lay in bed and read or watch movies.  The boys are only allowed out of their room to go to the bathroom and eat their lunch. It's not really being left alone cause i can still hear them calling my name for my juice or milk but atleast they aren't hanging on my leg!!!
I didn't like being a baby mommy. My kids are now 12 and 15 and are the best things I have accomplished. I am so proud of them. They are good kids, I work now, part time, but stayed home with them when they were babies. And yes, it was hard work. And yes, I did not know how to stop a nose bleed, fix a cold or smile when I really wanted to scream. It is OK to feel like we do. We are mothers and we have good sense that does not make sense at the time, but when we look back it really doesn't matter what happened, I focus on my results: two happy kids in a happy family enjoying life.
when times get tough between my husband and I, I wonder what it would be like to separate and here comes the true confession.... my husband could have custody of the kids (ages 15 & 12). They could visit me when ever they like, but more of the responsibility would fall on my husband. After saying this I will now wait to be struck by lightning.
This is going to sound absurd, but on my hour-long morning commute to work, I often pretend that my baby is asleep in his carseat (when he is clearly wide awake) so I don't feel guilty about listening to NPR instead of The Wheels on the Bus.  
My first son drove me crazy!  He was collick and active, always wanting something new to watch or play.  But he was also very bright and inquisitive.  While I enjoyed having him, I was lonely being home with him, so after 1 year I ran back to work.  I felt terrible, but I knew it was my survival. Of course now he's 21 and I just love talking with him and spending time with him.  He is just so interesting!  In the end I think back in the old days Mothers were not allowed to be truthful with their feelings.  I was felt like I was a bad mother for going back to work.  I think it's great that women can express themselves honestly and help each other along the road.  I champion all those with a voice and not being afraid to use it!
I think I'm nicer to other peoples kids rather than my own.  Then again, I'm raising my kids not theirs.  
When my now 20 year old daughter was a wild toddler, after a particularly wild day as I tucked her into bed I would say "Wait a second- I think I see something growing on your head!!"- then I would pretend to feel the start of devil horns and tell her "Gosh- maybe if you behave tomorrow they will go away!"  The next day there was always a dramatic improvement in behavior and that night I could feel her "angel wings" (ie shoulder blades) get even BIGGER and the horns had sure enough gone away!

BTW- she is now a wonderful college student, no trouble at all and we laugh about this!
I sometimes yell at my 7 month old, mostly when she fusses, and I have taken all I can take. I will just yell right back at her. I feel a lot better until the lip comes out and she sheds big crocadile tears...
I am super hard on my husband's children, much harder than on our own toddler and infant.... I justify it to the age difference but I truly feel that I only have a small amount of time to help shape and form their lives... I am terrified they will turn out like their mother and feel that if I am not the iron fist they will be just like their mother.
My husdband once told our children in anger "I can't wait for all of you to grow up, and get your own house so mom and I can come over and write all over your walls."  Two years later and I'm still laughing at this comment, the thought of actually doing this to our daughter's sounds like soooo much fun to me.
Re:  Fat people on airplanes.  I am the daughter of a retired airline pilot.  In the early 80's my weight began to climb from 118 to 250 by 1989.  No matter how much dieting,exercising or how many Dr visits.  Of course being the daughter of an airline pilot, and married to a very dominating man, I was under enormous pressure to lose the weight.  I had never had trouble losing weight after the births of my 4 children. Long story short a Dr at Mass. General in Boston found a Pituitary tumor causing me to have Cushings Disease.  He called it a Hideous disease causing a fast weight gain especially around the mid-section and the face and a humpback.  All caused by an enormouse output of growth hormones and cortisol from the malfunctioning pituitary gland.  So don't judge people so fast.  It's not always their fault they are heavy.  I had surgery Christmas 1990 and it took 10 years for my body to regulate itself. I am now back to my regular weight of 118.
I have a 6 month old beautiful baby girl but I never wanted kids. I didn't even want a child when I was pregnant! Now I couldn't live with out her and I don't know what I did before she was here. I still feel guilty about not wanting her!
As a stay at home mom with a 4 year old and a 1 1/2 year old, I feel you other moms! It's not easy being a mommy and trying to always stay reasonable! There are definitely days (like screaming tantrums that seem to last forever) when I call my husband at work and tell him that I'm about to send the kids to the corner with a "FREE" sign, trade them in for a pizza, unload them to traveling bands of gypsies, or post them for Free on Craigslist. The call always ends with "no one will take them!" It always makes me feel better somehow.
I have also duct taped the doorknob cover on to my son's door so that he can't leave when he's supposed to be in a time out.
I stayed home for 17 years to raise my children while putting my ex-husband through medical school and supported him through his medical practice. Now 25 years later, one child married and in nursing school, and one in college and a 16 year old. Finding out the latter two are smoking pot and thinking.....ok so that was all for not. I didn't do my job well enough. I'm heart broken, not married anymore and feeling like I wish I could check into a hospital so someone could take care of me for a while. Hardest job in the whole world...... hang in there.
I wish I could talk to women like you every day. It would make my 9 hour day seem not bad at all. I have a 3 1/2 year old and a full time job. Sometimes I get mad at her for the weirdest things and my husband just looks at me. I would love to stay home and take care of her.
I have a 15,10,and 7 yr old and there are days when I dread seeing them get off the bus and I dont care for summer break! All they do is fight with eachother and fuss at me!
We have 2 boys ages 10 and 12.  They are great kids and lots of fun!  I will admit that "Motherhood" is the hardest job in the world.  But if you work extremely hard and are consistent throughout the first years of their lives it is so much easier when the get older.  We have raised two very happy independent boys and I am very proud of them.  Now I have taken on full time daycare for my sister's twins.  Wow!  Am I glad I had my kids in my twenties.  Don't get me wrong I wouldn't trade the 6 month twins for anything but they get to go home at night.  It is really cool when my kids get home from school and the twins eyes light up and they smile and giggle at them.  My boys love their mini boy cousins.
I am so glad they are close.  Hang in there and be consistent to those of you who have little ones...you will have strong independent children. Always be ther for them and they will always be there for you.
I am a 29 year old mom of 4 kids (8,5,3 and 2). I have too many confessions to name. I work full time, too. There ares when I have been so tired that they have eaten crackers and fruit for dinner. At least theres fruit, right? I gave up feeling guilty a long time ago because we can't do everything for everyone. Just do the best you can. Your kids know that you love them and that is the most important thing.
For the last 6 months we have been potty training my 2 1/2 year old son.  He has finally got the hang of it but when he has to poo poo he needs privacy, I mean it takes forever and the door has to be completely shut.  Recently he woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me he had to go.  We go to the bathroom and he makes me leave and shut the door, I knew this would take forever so I layed back down on the couch to wait for him.  I must have fell right back to sleep because I woke to him screaming and crying to come get him.  Who knows how long he was in there.  I felt absolutly horrible!
How many confessions do we get to make?
I don't get this 'mommy confessions' thing. I am a mother of five, and um, what about 'daddy confessions'? Where's the book, the Oprah show? I saw/ heard the authors, and the show and it's cute-but REALLY moms...I think we are more powerful than this, unless this is just a joke. Like funny-ha-ha. Cute, let's confess we eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?

I really tried to get into it, but it was just so silly. Why do we have/need/want to confess? Don't we already talk enough?

lol
Just sayin'
I had my son when I was 18. He was everything to me,I saved everything(even a chicken pox)  and dated it.I have millions of pictures,and did so many things with him and traveled everywhere.Did I mention I was a single mom. Nine years later a husband and daughther,things are different. Her baby book is empty not so many pictures, and I have no idea when she took her first step. Things are different with her, I don't feel that connection with her that I have with my now 15 year old son. I rest easy cuz she is the world to her dad...yup daddy's little girl and my son is my universe. I guess I have know secured my place in hell!!
I love my children to death and would do absolutely anything for them, but sometimes (a lot of times) on my way to and from work I imagine what life would be like without them.  I could do anything I wanted after work, go anywhere I want when I please, take my vacation time instead of saving it for the day one of them gets stomach bug or "spring break".  I could buy the car I want.  Sometimes I secretely wish I never even had them.  I would never want to be without them now, but If I never had them and knew what to expect in real life I would have never had children.
When my son was little, he picked up a milk bone from the dog and ate.  He seemed to like it so instead of the hard crackers you are supposed to give kids he just milk bones right along with the dog.  
My 6 year old son can't tell time on roman numeral clocks yet, which is all we have at home, so some nights, when I'm really exhausted, I tell him its 8:30(bedtime) when its really 7:30!
Gosh, after reading some of those confessions, I don't feel so bad after all. Sometimes the kids go the whole weekend without taking a bath, or they only get one every two days. Sometimes I am just too tired to argue with them.

I would also trade the three younger boys for the two older girls. Sweet girls turn into mean teenagers.

One thing that I do feel bad about is telling my three year old that if he pressed the button on the laundry detergent one more time that monsters would come out of the basement walls. He tells everyone what will happen if he presses that button; they just look at me and laugh. He has never pressed that button again, and I don't have to clean up a huge puddle of laundry detergent off of the basement floor anymore.
When my now 9 year old son was a toddler, I'm guilty of letting the morning cartoons be the sitter so I could get some sleep. Cat naps on the sofa in 30 minute sessions were a life saver!
Ok, you gotta love some of the previous comments...lol...I am a working mom with three teenage boys 14, 16 & 17 (the 16 yr old is my husbands son and the 17 yr old is mine, the last one is ours). And I am actually waiting for the day that they all move out...I've already told them they can't come back...yeah right!! Who am I kidding...My boys are great kids, they do chores for the most part, and have ok grades in school. I think the worst I have done is told my oldest that I could see through walls, when he was jumping on his bed...little did he realize the bed was squeaking, so I new what he was doing.
I currenly have a bid in to change my name and never tell my kids what it is... I warned them!
Ok moms, we all slack, we all do things that we need to "confess" about.  But you know what, I bet none of have a child that wouldn't look us in the eyes and tell us that we are the bestest mommy in the world.  None of us are perfect.  There are things that I have done during my motherhood, that I regret, that I am a little ashamed of, but I can't change.  I can only try to be the best mom I can be every day and that counts the days that I slack because I'm tired, stressed, or just PMSing.  But I know that every night, I still get those sweet night night kisses and hear that I am the bestest mommy in the world.  :)
Sometimes I refer to my life as the prison of motherhood. I love my four children but we have raised them without much help from family (due to distance). I would just love to be able to get away with my husband. I see the light at the end of the tunnel though. The last two are graduating, one this year and one the next. After spending half a day looking for ten pictures the senior can use for banquet this prison doesn't seem so bad after all. In fact, I think I miss them already.
I had a colicky twin boy.  After being up with him all night, I had had enough.  I took his pacifier and but a couple pieces of tape at the sides so it would stay in his mouth.  My husband caught me and took him so I could get some rest.  He is now 21 years old and I really wish I could tape his mouth up!


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