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Mom Fail

Today I swept and mopped my floors just because I felt like if I were a good mom they would be cleaner. 

Last week I forgot to make my son a lunch for a field trip that required a sack lunch.

Just yesterday, after my attempt at being helpful and taking food to a friend, my kids were literally playing in a street and were almost hit by a truck. Yikes!


When you compare yourself to the mom with the cute Sperrys and the perfectly planned outfit, the one with the newest Michael Kors bag that has absolutely no toddler stains on it or a diaper within it. When you lack professional pictures of your happy family for every season.
The judgment you feel is your own. It can tear you apart inside and has a power over you like nothing else. This mom thing is crazy tough! But you're doing it. You are. 

We don't have to be perfect people because we are loved by a perfect God and he loves our mess.



He will love you no matter who you are, what you do, or where you go. He loves you even if/when you fail, when you give up, when you try with no results. 

When you're beating yourself up, and think you're not cut out for this. When you feel like you are not enough...

Know you're worth!
Know that He did not make a mistake by giving your kiddos the momma they have.
He'll take care of you so you can take care of it all. 

And remember to ask for help! So my best friends know that they are because I ask them to help me make my bed, watch my kids, or peel potatoes with me. 
Sometimes it really does take a village.


I have been a mom for 10 years. In no way am I an expert on what to do. I'm more like the poster child on what not to do. Over the years it has taken me a long time to realize that I don't have to be perfect. My kids definitely aren't. And I'm sure my husband makes me to be sometimes. It's really hard not to stress over the little stuff. 
But it's OK to do things the totally wrong and off-beat way... And I'm finding more and more that I'm in good company.
I mean, I'm not alone and in letting my child eat brownies for breakfast, or forgetting to pack a sack lunch for their field trip, or signing the homework folders, and not showing up to awards....
I'm not the only one who's forgot my child at home and thought they were totally in the backseat. And I'm sure everybody has taken a kid who claimed he was "sick"out in public to find out that he really was sick as he puked all over a stranger. 
Now before your jaw totally hits the floor, think of your own mistakes. Think of how big they are to you. Who is your worst critic? It's ourselves . It's always ourselves. 
We have this invisible bar that we just can't quite live up to.
But what we need to understand is that there's no standards. This is your journey... This is your mom journey to make your own. Looking back 10 more years from now I'm going to ask myself "did I do it right?" But I think back on all the wonderful times I've had with my crazy crew and know that I did it our way. This is how we roll and God loves me no matter what.
I will forever be a work in progress and I have to be patient because He's not finished with me yet.

So this Mother's Day I urge you to not be the perfect mom of the perfect children on the most perfect Sunday. Come on folks...That's going to happen for about 20 minutes. And then butts will need wiped, fights will need a referee, and husbands will need help before they catch that kitchen on fire.


Good luck ladies and enjoy your journey.

Comments

  1. Well said!! You are a wonderful mom. Happy Mothers Day!

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  2. This is totally my life, and not surprising at all, since we are family and we are crazy perfect in the way we need to be for us! Happy Mother's Day sis, I love you!

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