One thing that really bugs me about a lot of blogs is the fact that they are perfect. They have perfect designs, perfect posts, perfect advice, and perfectly posed pictures. I realize that no one wants to air their dirty laundry for the world to see, and no one wants to read about how not to be a good parent or how not to potty train your child. At least that’s what authors think. But I got to thinking. That’s the kind of things people relate to. Because right now, after day two of potty training my child, what I want to read about is not how everyone else was able to potty train their children in three hours flat with no signs of accidents, but how other people struggled like I am. How other people went two days with only two and a half successful toilet trips and at least three times that many accidents but how they stuck with it and eventually, their child was out of diapers. What I want to read about is the mother who didn’t clean their house that day, didn’t stick to a routine, forgot to help their kids brush their teeth, and was grateful that their children made it through the day without driving her (completely) crazy.
What I want to read about is how a mother took her two children to the grocery store by herself to three different grocery stores to buy hot dog buns, loads both children into cart after cart only to find out that the first grocery store was out, the second wasn’t accepting card machines, and the third never carried them to begin with.
I don’t want to hear about how when I stopped nursing my child before she was four, I was denying her the most important nutrients she could ever get, or how by not cloth diapering I am destroying the world. Don’t get me wrong, you cloth diapering mothers are awesome. Power to ya.
I don’t want to see how your food is perfectly placed on your plate with the perfect lighting. I want to hear about how you burned it three times before it came out sort of okay. I want to know about that time your husband picked up an egg straight out of the carton and cracked it right back into the carton (seriously, that happened this morning). I want to hear about that time when you were pregnant and you put the milk in the cupboard and the cereal in the fridge (I may have done that.. once).
I want to know the real you. I want to feel like I am not a failure because I don’t do crafts with my kids on a regular basis, and my two year old still only counts to the letter two (yes, I know two is a number. He doesn’t.) I can’t relate to posts about how perfect things turned out during your beautifully themed two year old birthday party. The cake I made for my son didn’t even make it to him in one piece, thanks to a super cute little cousin who decided to take a handful for herself.
I want my readers to know that I am not perfect. My house is almost never clean, my kids often watch too much TV, and most days they don’t get much fruit. I realized today how well I can ignore them. I was cutting up potatoes for a potato salad with one kid hanging on one leg and the other crying at my feet, and I was actually getting in some pretty good brain storming. Does that make me a bad mom? Or does that make me just like everyone else?
I appreciate the words of others when they talk about the “right” way to do things. But sometimes, I want things to be real. I want to know that other people make mistakes, that I’m not the only one. So, to all my readers, I want you to know: I make mistakes. You are not the only one. Keep on keeping on, and I’ll do the same.
By the way, if you need motivation to be an awesome mamma, read this post. It’s one of my favorites.
Leave a comment and tell me how you are real. What mistakes do you make? How are you not perfect? If you’ve written a post about how you’re a normal person who makes mistakes, leave me a link, I’d love to read it.Share