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?
Happy Blogging,
Megan
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