I always knew I wanted 4 kids.
My dream was always a boy first (bc I wanted an older brother to protect me) and then a girl and twin boys. I had pictures of each child in my mind and dreamed about them frequently, the husband never had a face.
Creepy right?!?! What child dreams of a man without a face?? It wasn't a scary no face man, just more like I couldn't picture him. Anyways, my dream was typically about breakfast and getting ready for work/school. Then one day I sat down and looked at my life and realized although I love it, it's far from dream like.
I am a mom, and have always wanted to be a mom but it doesn't quite fulfill me. As soon as I think those words the evil mom rears it's ugly head and tells me what a horrible mom I am for even having that thought. You know that voice, the one that tells you that you aren't good enough?
You know you do, we all have it whether you are a mom or not. Some people can ignore that voice better than others but in some way it affects us all. Sadly for parents we don't just have our own voice, we have the voices of numerous others who choose to put you down for some reason or other. You choose to homeschool, you're crazy and hurting your children by sheltering them from other kids. You choose to go to McDonald's, you are horrible for feeding your child junk. You let your 9 year old walk 2 blocks to the local park, you risk jail time for neglect. The list goes on and on and there are people on both sides shouting.
For goodness sake people, give it a rest!!
As I sit here typing this my 3 year old is watching cartoons. I look around at all of the toys my almost one year old has literally thrown all over the living room but is now napping. There is laundry to be done, bathrooms to clean because there are 4 boys peeing all over the place. Seriously can't you aim those thing directly into the toilet and not around it?? You get the point, there is a never ending list of things to get done and I never seem to be enough.
Yes, I never seem to be enough. I'm not, I am not Wonder Woman, although I like to think I am at times. I drink wine at night when the kids are all finally in bed. I watch cartoons with Evan just to sit and snuggle with him so I have an excuse to not do my list of chores.
I am not perfect, who is?? My kids are not perfect and never will be, so why do we try to reach some strange sense of normal or perfection?
I'm perfectly ok with my imperfections about 95% of the time.
Hopefully I can learn to be ok with them more the older I get.
So to sum this all up, MOMS!! You are not perfect, none of us are, so stop letting the negative comments get to you. The saying "It takes a village" is so true, so call your mom and remind her how much she means to you or call the person that showed you how to be happy in the imperfections. Make a point to teach your kids that they aren't perfect and never will be. We do the best we can and pray God helps us handle the rest.
Have a great day!
Side note, it's ok if you are in sweatpants all week. I know I will be :)