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,

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