by Kathi Lipp,
mom and stepmom of four
I may have to
give up reading blogs.
Once again I've
stumbled across a blog that my friend LOVES, and it's all about a perfect
family who looks perfect, who are making their clean eating, sugar-free snacks
(from scratch) as they do EVERY DAY, living on their pseudo-farm, where not
only are they all hard workers, but their kids are all gifted. And there are
plenty of Instagram photos to document all this perfect-ness.
It feels like a
bunch of mini-Marthas trying to out-perfect each other, and I have to say it
concerns me.
When all we are
seeing is the perfect slice of a person's life, it can make us, the reader, a
regular mom, feel like there is something wrong with us because WE aren't
perfect. I live with daily evidence of my imperfection:
• My kids talk back to me.
• No one ever offers to do chores.
• I’m happy if I get dinner on the table (even
if part of it came from a box).
• I may have (just possibly) watched a little
too much TV last night.
• My second child has exactly one page of her
scrapbook filled in.
But here’s the
thing: WE are not designed to be perfect.
Let me see your
dirty laundry.
Tell me about that cobbler that tasted like actual shoes.
Tell
me about the time you messed up as a mom.
And let me know that you are being
the best mom you can be, leaning on a community of moms and asking for help and
grace from others and God.
God, help me to be the girl you created me to be
– living loved. Help me to see others through your lens, not to compare myself
to, but to learn to love.
From: mops.org
