I’m not a regular mom or a cool mom but 

I’m a pretty good mom. Which more or less 

means most of the time I’m just giving it my 

best guess, and when my daughter asks me 

“why?” over and over, I resist the urge to tell 

her “that’s just the way it is.” My bag is full 

of snacks and my car is full of crumbs, and 

when my kid eats something off the floor I 

call it building her immune system. I try to 

take deep breaths more often than I curse 

under my breath, and I try (I try!) to let her 

do things herself even though it just makes 

a huge mess. I have a Pinterest board of open-

ended activities that we may or may not ever 

do. We’ve heard of Laurie Berkner, but more 

often, Taylor Swift is who we listen to. No 

matter what, my face lights up when my kid 

walks in the room, and even when it’s way too 

late, I say yes to Goodnight Moon. Each day 

(or hour) has the highest highs and lowest lows 

and all the in between, but when I ask her 

favorite part, nine times out of ten she says it 

was playing with me. So for all the messes 

and guessing, this much I’m pretty sure of: 

when it comes to being a mom 

pretty good is enough.