|Image from FindingJoy.Net. Reads: "There is no Supermom. There are Real Moms. Real, Authentic, Trying Giving, Loving and Tired Moms who admit that they do no always have it all together but keep on fighting and loving."|
As a mom with five *very* busy kids, I get lots of comments about my mothering. Usually they are complementary. (Though not always!) For reasons I can't quite articulate, those compliments often make me uncomfortable. I'll be the first to admit that I am far from perfect. Somehow, somewhere in my brain, those comments about my parenting translate into subtle pressure to do better, be better, do more.Sometimes, as a mom, I get the sense that I am not enough. Maybe you feel that way too. Like you can never be or do enough?But I know that isn't true. I am enough, and so are you, just by being who you are. A woman I met when I moved to Washington urged me to allow myself grace. Would I allow someone to talk trash about one of my friends? (Never!) Why let that kind of thinking stay in my head?This fall, I am working on allowing myself to acknowledge when I feel "not enough." I try to remember that *I am,* and that *being* is enough. I'm not alone in my fears and insecurities, and I don't intend the facade of perfect lives on Facebook to rob me of connections with people I love and care about.So there it is. What's on my mind? Insecurities. Love. Grace. Community.
Repeatedly and emphatically, I want to reject a paradigm where parents need to do it all. I'm not pinterest perfect, and I'm pretty sure my kids are fine with that. I mess up. I swear. I forget to transfer laundry until it has to be re-washed... Twice, or more than that on occasion. I lose picture day envelopes, and registration paperwork to after school activities. I schedule a doctor appointment on a Thursday, and then put it on the calendar for a Friday.
At the same time, I love my kids, and they know it. I apologize when I mess up. I read them stories. I search pinterest for ways to help them learn when they struggle. I sing them goofy songs, I play games with them. I don't have to be in tune, or stylishly dressed, or have an immaculate home. I just need to be me, and love them unconditionally. And... I have to believe that is enough. I am enough. Otherwise, I'll go crazy trying to be SuperMom. There just is no such thing. We're all human with flaws and insecurities and struggles unique to our selves.