During his press conference after the National Championship game Monday night, Nick Saban told the story of an encounter with Tom Osborne. Osborne is a proverbial nice guy who happens to be a legendary college football coach, and the encounter took place following a pummeling that his Nebraska Cornhuskers had just given Saban’s Michigan State Spartans. Saban said that as he was running across the field to shake hands with Osborne, all he could think was “I may never win a game as a head coach.”

Like him or not, like the fans of the team that he coaches or not, Nick Saban is one of the greatest college coaches ever. Four national championships in 7 seasons in an era of scholarship limits and parity among teams is incredible. You cannot NOT argue that he is one of the greatest coaches of all time. Yet, there he was, running across the field to congratulate the opposing coach for hammering his team in to a Coke bottle, wondering if he’d ever win a game as a head coach.

As the two coaches met at midfield, Saban remembers Osborne saying, “you’re not as bad as you think.”

Saban took it as a compliment, which it probably was, and as encouragement, which is probably what Osborne meant it to be also.

A few months ago, I noticed posts on Facebook and Twitter that went something like this:

Totes forgot to dress Mary Claire as a pilgrim for the kindergarten Thanksgiving lunch! #momoftheyear!

Sent Joey to the bus stop without a coat and it’s freezing outside. #momoftheyear

Fed the kids donuts for breakfast. Day-old donuts. Maybe two days. What is today? #momoftheyear

I get a little frustrated by these types of posts because freezing is 32 degrees and below – not 64 degrees, and also because, Mom, you’re not as bad as you think!

I know that the posts were meant in jest, but I understand no sense of humor if not the self-deprecating sense of humor, and I know that there’s a little bit of truth behind those posts. There’s some real feeling of “less than” in the hashtag.

Let me help you; you’re not as bad as you think.

There are some bad moms out there, but just knowing that your child’s class had a Thanksgiving lunch automatically excludes you from that group.

I’ve wanted to write this post for a couple of months. Maybe it resonated with someone. If I’m being honest, supplying a breakfast of two-day-old doughnuts (just microwave them for 8 seconds) and getting the kids out the door for school, period, is a win for dads.

Y’all have a great day!