When I became a mother, I was so distracted by perfection. I wanted a perfect baby who slept through the night. I wanted to be the type of mother who looked flawless at the grocery store, cooked dinner every night, and had a spotless house. It didn't take me long to figure out that being perfect was a lot harder than it looked. I wasn't sure how I felt about that.
So I hid in my house. From my friends and my family. I didn't want anyone to know that a shower had become a luxury. That I could only fit into my yoga pants comfortably. That the laundry had piled higher than five foot me. I declined play date invitations, coffee date invitations, even date night invitations from my husband. All because I couldn't stand for anyone to know I wasn't the perfect mother and wife.
Then in a moment of weakness I confessed this to my friend. And guess what? She said she was feeling the same way too. You mean, we aren't all perfect? In this one moment I felt free. Free of the notion that motherhood was about perfection.
So now I embrace me, the me I am now. In all my flawed glory. All the mistakes I have made as a mother, and all the mistakes I continue to make. I don't need perfection in my life. I need happiness. And so to embrace me: the me in the mirror, tired, haggard, dirty haired me; is to be happy.
So join me as I talk about embracing life today. Why wait?