I Thought I’d Be a Chill Mom

I really thought I’d be that mom.

You know the one—coffee always hot, kids in neutral linen outfits, unbothered by crumbs, chaos, or the sound of someone yelling “MOMMMM” from a different room every 37 seconds.

I had visions of calmly redirecting behavior, sipping iced coffee, and saying things like, “Let’s use our inside voices,” without my eye twitching.

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Turns out… I am not a chill mom.
I am a loving-but-slightly-frayed-around-the-edges mom.

I am the mom who says, “Why is it so quiet?” and immediately knows something is wrong.
The mom who can sense a sibling argument brewing before the first shove.
The mom who has given the same instruction five times and still somehow sounds surprised when it’s ignored the sixth.

I didn’t account for the mental math of parenting:

• Who ate already?

• Who says they ate but didn’t?

• Who is crying because their brother looked at them?

• And why is there a LEGO in my sock?

Chill moms don’t lose sleep over whether everyone feels emotionally safe and brushed their teeth.
Chill moms probably don’t replay the day in their heads at midnight wondering if they handled that one moment right.

But here’s the thing I didn’t realize back then—

Not being chill doesn’t mean you’re failing.
It usually means you care. A lot.

It means you notice moods shift.
You step in.
You advocate.
You carry the invisible stuff no one else sees.

And yeah, sometimes that looks like snapping, deep sighing, or hiding in the bathroom for a minute longer than necessary.

But it also looks like showing up. Again. And again. And again.

So no—I’m not a chill mom.
I’m a present one.
A tired one.
A trying-my-best one.

And honestly? I think that counts for something.

💛 A quiet hooray to the moms who thought they’d be chill—and showed up fiercely instead.