So “Forget It Friday” gives us a chance to say FORGET IT to
all that we’re holding onto so that we can move on and into our weekend.
This Friday I want to say FORGET IT to all the mom’s who are
trying define – or be defined – as perfect... myself included.
Perfect. It sounds
so easy. From the outside it looks so
easy. From the outside her life is so
*perfect*. Her perfect marriage. Her perfect children. Her perfect relationship
with her in-laws. Her
hair is perfectly styled. Her makeup is perfectly flawless. She is perfectly dressed.
Why can’t I be more like her?
Why can’t my husband and I be like them?
Why can’t my children be like hers?
Why can’t my hair be like that? Why
doesn’t my makeup look like hers?
What a *trap* women fall into time and time again. I think
this is common for women and mommy’s in particular because they have so much to juggle. And in the midst of juggling their life,
they see a small *snippet* of someone else’s life and they want it. They want *perfect*.
Perfect. The word perfect is completely subjective. Much like the words beautiful, fabulous, and even ugly.
Perfect is not out there for you to
find. Perfect is not out there for
you to take. Perfect is not out there
waiting on you somewhere.
Perfect is right here. Perfect is leaving the dishes in the sink
to have extra playtime with your children before bed. Perfect is cleaning the
muddy paw prints on the floor in exchange for a ball toss with your puppy in
the yard. Perfect is leaving the bed unmade to have coffee in the kitchen with
your husband before he rushes off to work. Perfect is pulling your hair back instead
of styling it because you spent extra time on the phone with a friend this
morning.
It’s Perfect. Redefined.
Perfect is what you make it. Someone else can’t define that
for you. And you can’t define that for them.
This post is inspired by a mom’s group I recently
participated in. In the midst of a room full of mom’s all different shapes,
sizes, walks of life, ages, circumstances, I found them all getting *real*. I
found each one of them trading “my life is perfect”
for “my life is real”. And it felt
good. It felt good to connect with women and have real conversations and have a
safe place to land. Hearing them say, my child has down's syndrome. I was abused. My marriage went through a low... Hearing them talk about real life.
My life may not be perfect. But it’s mine. And it’s perfect for *me*.
My choices may not be perfect. But they are mine to make. And
I will make the best decisions I can using the information I have at the time.
And somewhere in the middle I will redefine perfect. And I will make it mine.
Happy Friday all!
Happy Friday all!
You couldn't have said it better. Happy Friday!
ReplyDeleteAhh girlie thanks! I enjoy our time chatting via the blogs and email!! I adore you!! OH yeah and instagram :)!
ReplyDeleteYou are so right - I believe in my own perfect!!!!
Great post today and THANK for linking UP :)
This is a great post and a great reminder to allow ourselves to not be perfect. Perfection isn't what matters- it's all about enjoying the journey. Love your "About Me" it's so cute! Just found your blog and have loved getting to know you better. I'm excited to follow along!
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Bonnie
www.bonnielouisa.blogspot.com
I LOVE this post!! Very well said.
ReplyDeleteSO SO True! Great post...hope you had a great weekend!
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