“I never understand what the big deal was about…”
I was utterly stumped with this prompt. I kept thinking about all the things that annoy me, but are they worth writing about?
Then the idea of PERFECTION popped in my head. Admitting to being yourself and not someone’s idea of perfection is BIG for me.
I am NOT PERFECT. No way, no how. Don’t want to be. Seriously, who wants to be perfect. It’s lonely because no one is going to be as good as you. It’s tedious, because you have to keep it up all the time. It’s boring, because perfect people don’t get caught doing fun, exciting, risky things. It’s stupid, why would you want to be perfect?
I love my son, I love my life. But I sometimes look at my phone when playing with my son. I sometimes pray that bedtime would arrive so I can just sit and veg out. I pray that he would stop asking me so many flipping questions. I pray that he would stop being rude and listen to me. I don’t make fancy lunches or dinners. I don’t provide candy and treats for class parties. I don’t have matching bags, shoes, and clothes. I don’t cry with desperation when a project I found on Pinterest doesn’t come out like I expected. I don’t stay up late making the perfect cake for Dino’s birthday. I don’t care!
I am a mom. A mom who knows BEING a mother is more important than image. I am a mom that knows loving my son, reading him books, hugging him, proving kisses and support, respecting his ideas is more important than LOOKING like a good mom. I am a mom who openly complains about motherhood. I HAVE EARNED THAT RIGHT. Whether you work full time, part time, or stay at home you are a mother 24/7 for the rest of your lives. You have EVERY RIGHT to complain. My complaints keep me sane. My complaints help me stay focused and know the true value and importance of motherhood.
If we all just let ourselves be the mothers we want to be instead of what we thinks others want us to be…imagine how truly awesome we would all be. If we all supported each other and let listen to the rants, imagine how more secure and respected we would feel as moms.
Is there something that you just don’t get or agree with?