I was a bad mom before I started meditation.
Or at least, I felt like I was. My kids were healthy and happy. They ate balanced meals, had early bedtimes, and lived in a stable home with parents who adored them. But, as a mother, I felt like a mess. I was overwhelmed, impatient, and often felt like a failure. I could envision the calm and patient mom I wanted to be, the mom who reacted calmly to tantrums and lovingly redirected power struggles. I read advice like “don’t sweat the small stuff,” and “respond instead of react,” but I had no idea how to actually do that. I sweated over everything big, small, and imagined. I reacted to everything, usually by yelling.
Read about how I found the kindness and patience I needed with meditation at Portland Moms.