Teacher. Nurse. Cheerleader.
Caregiver. There are so many titles that come with being a Mom- along with a
lot of expectations. Hero. Professional chef. Entertainment guru. Coupon
clipper. Someone who has their crap together 100% of the time. Well, believe me
when I say, I struggle with all of those things, especially the latter.
It’s hard trying to be everything
for everyone all the time. It seems like no matter what I do, it’s just not
enough. Not enough time, not enough energy, so on and so forth. Growing up, I
thought my Mom was “wonder woman.” She cooked, she cleaned, she worked, she did
it all & I expected to the be the same type of Mom. Thinking about it now,
I can see that I let those expectations shape my emotions & how I saw
myself. I was bound and determined to be like her because I thought I needed to
be, otherwise, I wasn’t going to cut it.
When I did become a Mom, I vowed
to be the “perfect” one. Instead of remembering who I was called to be (exactly
who God created), I let my perfectionism and this vision of it take over my
mind. I stopped finding my own self-worth & I forgot that who I am is not
defined by being a perfect Mom or person; because there is no such thing!
Do I make mistakes? All the time.
Do I get angry & frustrated? Yep! Do I burn the food or forget to change
the laundry loads? You bet! But I also love my friends & my family with
every fiber of my being, I’m loyal to a fault, generous, & kindhearted. Do
I parent differently than my Mom? For the most part. Do I still think she’s wonder
woman? Absolutely! But I also know that it’s okay to be ME. It’s okay to make
mistakes, to let the laundry sit in the washer a little too long, to forget to
unload the dishwasher. What’s most important is that I know that no matter what
type of mom, wife, friend, or family member that I am good enough to be in that
role. I’d rather love with my whole heart, learn life lessons, & be exactly
who I am anyway. I’m imperfectly perfect & I’m okay with that.