Tonight I made pizza.
Not the kind you knead, rise, and lovingly stretch with your hands.
The quick one. The one where the dough comes ready, and all you have to do is throw on some sauce, cheese, and whatever you find in the fridge.
Five minutes later the kitchen smells like love anyway.
And yet that small voice appears, asking
“Am I a bad mom for not cooking from scratch?”
“Should I have made something healthier?”
We live in a world where parenting feels like a competition. Homemade meals, sugar-free snacks, perfectly packed lunchboxes. But the truth is, love doesn’t need to be organic or gluten-free to count.
Sometimes being a good mom means knowing when to let go.
When to say this is enough.
When to order takeout, skip the homemade sauce, or simply sit down and eat with your kids without rushing somewhere else.
Because our kids don’t remember how long we spent cooking.
They remember the laughter, the stories, the smell of melted cheese,
and the feeling of being seen.
So no, you’re not a bad mom.
You’re a real one.
And that’s better than perfect.
With grit and gratitude, The Gritter
