{Good Enough is the New Perfect}
Some mornings I wake up so aware of my mommy-failures, shortcomings, and the general instability of my feeble little heart. I know God needs to do some kind of deep work in my heart and I welcome it. #insecurity
There are moments that cause me to feel like a natural, like I have been doing this mommy thing for years. Those moments are few and far between. Then, there are moments- much more frequently- when my house is a disaster, dinner is take-out instead of homemade, and laundry piles spill over. During those moments it is abundantly clear that parenthood is still new and I am not perfect. #failure
I mean, come on, be honest, is there a woman out there who doesn't compare themselves to other women? I am 100%, totally, undeniably guilty of being a chronic comparer (that's a word, right?). I know better, but I can't stop. I'm not sure why. What a waste of my time. Deep down I know every mom is different and that one parenting style is not necessarily better than another. I also know no matter what, there is always a "better", "smarter", "funnier" mom, so there's absolutely no point in stressing about being the "-est" anything. Sure I'm smart enough to know the truth, but that doesn't mean I can control my self-doubt when I see perfect mothers and wives who seem to have it all together. What is the old saying about practicing what you preach?!? #compare-aholic
Insecurity. Failure. Compare-ahaolic.
How do we, as women, get past these feelings? When we are overwhelmed with our homes, and laundry, and the general well-being of our children and family- how do we not suffocate? My heart aches because of the amount of love I feel for my little family. I didn't come into parenthood in a conventional manner and my son has exceptional needs that make nothing I do on a daily basis feel "normal". I think I hate that word. Normal. What the heck is that? And why do I spend my time chasing normal when I have a chance to be so much more than normal? We all do. Normal is a waste of our talents.
At my worst, I try to remember that everyone is doing the best they can with what they have, where they are. "Perfect" moms have bad days, too. I think the best thing we can do is see each other for the wonderful examples that we are for one another. Instead of jealousy, let's learn from one another. We can't be afraid to be honest and to to let our lives shine- the good moments and the not-so-good. Let's support each other and remember that we all need to feel important and appreciated and successful, because we are.

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