Confessions of a “Selfish” Mom

When we got to the beach today children, sand, and food wrappers exploded out of the car as soon as the doors opened, and I laughed to myself. I picked up a rotten tangerine that had rolled under the car and tossed it in the trash. The boys shook the whole vehicle as they wrestled their way out of their seat belts. They were yelling so loudly I thought maybe I should clarify to people walking by that there were no actual violence happening, just kids “at play”. My third child sobbed because she had an “owie” (also known as a sock imprint) on her ankle, and now she couldn’t walk.

I had a few comments on the blog recently about how people have kids to fill a selfish need for love.

I laughed because even if I had kids to fill a selfish need, parenting is where all needs come to die.

I am definitely selfish, but I’m not selfish because I’m a parent.

Sometimes I hide behind the freezer door eating ice cream out of the carton. I have ice cream seven nights a week, that is not an exaggeration. My kids have it (maybe) two times. That is not because I’m worried about their sugar, that is because I do not want to share. I think back as a kid to my parents’ fridge and the carton of orange juice that was off limits. It was known as “Mom’s Juice”. Why? Because a girl’s gotta live a little.

So I’m an ice cream hoarder.

Sometimes when the noise level in the car (or house) has reached a point where no one can hear me anymore, I yell. I call this my inner football coach. Let’s just say the Titans would have remembered me. My husband can see it coming, and if he’s driving he will frantically grab a beach towel or sweatshirt and put it over his right ear because he says that I yell directly into his ear drum and spray him with a mist of spit and fury. The other day my friend was in the passenger seat when I yelled and I forgot to ask her if I accidentally spit on her. Sorry about that friend.

Sometimes mothering is not very glamorous.

Let me rephrase that: mothering is almost never glamorous.

It hardly ever feels like it’s filling a need.

We can’t do it for the short term rewards; we’re in it for the long haul. We’re in it to raise healthy human beings who know how to love and be loved. I think God created parenthood because he knew our hearts and our egos and our needs would be shattered into a million pieces. He knew we would have to live for something other than ourselves.

Even though when I’m hiding behind the freezer door, I am probably just living for me; I love my kids. If I could just be paid for all my time spent worrying for them, I would be very wealthy. If I could also be payed for my time spent asking them to pick up their socks, I would be very wealthy.


I cry when I look at pictures from just a couple years ago because that time with them is already over. I know that it will keep on at this speed, and before I know it they’ll be kissing me goodbye. I cry because I love it, but I don’t always love it. I cry because I don’t want to waste a single second, but also I want to wrap up this bedtime conversation because This is Us is on tonight.

So am I selfish?


So selfish.


But parenting has been the most unselfish education of my life. Parenting is the laying down of needs. It is serving when you do not feel like it. It’s cleaning up puke at 2am, it’s making meals even when you’re too sick to eat. It’s staring at labels in the vitamin section trying to decipher which one is the VERY best for the kids. It’s letting them come into bed and kick you in the ribs because they had a bad dream. It’s making food, and then making everyone eat the food. It’s secretly cleaning up the floor in their room because you want to give them a break. It’s the hoping and the praying that their hearts will stay soft and kind, and that they will grow up to be good people who affect the world positively.

I’m not always good at it parenting, in fact, I fail often. I’m sure I’m selfish in more ways than I even realize, but this journey has taught me more about how to love, than any other journey in my life.

I’m not saying parenting is the only way for that, of course it isn’t, but it has been my way.

So to the Mamas in the trenches, I want to say, hide your orange juice, hide your ice cream…loving and serving is hard.

Even if you have moments of “selfish” you also have a thousand moments of unselfish.

At the end of the day you might only remember the ways that you failed. You might only remember the time you snapped or hid in your room watching a YouTube video, but that is not all that happened.

You also served today…

…and that, no matter how big, or how small is a very unselfish thing to do.


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17 responses to “Confessions of a “Selfish” Mom”

  1. Love this post. I’m selfish with t/p, yep I keep secret extra soft rolls hidden from my kiddos. They just use way to much

  2. thanks for this. Just what I needed to read this evening.

    And I’m an ice cream hoarder too ;0)

  3. I sometimes hide juice and sweet chocolate rolls, i thought smth was wrong with me that its too selfish,but now i see im not the only one. I do love my kids, i just want to comfort that little girl inside me. Thanks for sharing!

  4. This is the best thing I’ve ever heard!! Haha I love it!

  5. Thanks so much for your blog. I feel so close to everything you write! You truly make me feel more normal and good knowing that someone else is going through the EXACT same thing. I’ll tell my husband about the towel/T-shirt trick. I’m also a car yeller! Please keep writing. I’ll keep reading and laughing and crying with you.

  6. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

  7. Oh…. I SO needed to hear this just today! I was full of guilt for hiding away while I put on an extra TV show at a point in the day where I just could NOT handle one more second of whining/crying/complaining (that had made up the previous 8 hours of the day)… But you’re so right. I SERVED the whole day, and then went to work at a “real” (haha) job. Thanks for encouraging me today!

  8. I am a stay at home mom of 4 … I love this article.. I hoard also… My time, ice cream, and moments with my hubby; their Daddy.. He is only home on weekends bc of his job and we all miss him and want him to themselves.. Greedy little bugers… I run errands without them usually and even sometimes get fast food and then his the evidence before they come home from school… You will always find time to spend with your minions.. Hugs, kisses, watching them interact with each other without fussing, and you will smile and laugh… These moments will last forever in your memories.. They grow up fast, I know. My oldest of almost 21 and my youngest is 8…

  9. I hide the chocolate and while I won’t let them eat too much of it I secretly feast on it. It’s my little reward for everything that I do for my 4 and the family, my little moment to myself. It great to know you hide too and have your own stash! Love them sure do. I actually think I should be a heck of a lot more selfish!

  10. OH yes, the good chocolate and the Swiss Cake Rolls are all mine.
    And I WILL light those table socks on fire.
    Just try me…

  11. Hahahah!

  12. Aw thank you so much for this ! I had shed tears just before reading this . My sons are 5 and 2, it literally hurts how much I love them I literally feel it in my heart ❤️ I was sharing with my husband how it’s hard seeing them get older . He responds “ it”s awesome and their awesome” . I just don’t want to miss anything … yes I’m selfish so so selfish with my time with them and I’m not regretful about it.

  13. “I have ice cream seven nights a week, that is not an exaggeration. My kids have it (maybe) two times. That is not because I’m worried about their sugar, that is because I do not want to share.“ I love this, and this was well needed after a very busy weekend continuously tending to and serving the family! ❤️

  14. Oh wow I love this post! Just found you through a friend and following immediately!

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  16. You don’t know how much I needed to hear this! Today was a “not so good day”. Thank you!

  17. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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