I decided to write this post in the midst of my frustration and as an attempt to
be transparent. But why is it a need for moms to feel perfect?
At least, that’s my pressure. I have this inner nagging need to have it all together. House clean, meals planned and cooked, kids routines down, animals routines down, husband’s routine down, homeschool on point, children put together and the list goes on…
WHERE DID ALL THIS PRESSURE COME FROM?
This post was going to be my confession to the fact that I am completely failing at potty training. Thats right I said it… Potty training is not my strong point!
My 4 ur old is back to diapers at night and i try to give myself grace because he had special circumstances when he was placed with us but he’s been back in nighttime diapers for almost 2yrs now. We had to take potty training slow with him because he some previous trauma but he was motivated by 1-2 marshmallows and some cheering.
My 3yr old, he is our free spirited little boy, who flows with the wind. He dont really care about cheering or anything and I really dont want to give him sweets because he literally can’t keep still from 1 small marshmallow.
Potty training is kicking my butt and I fear I’m going to have a five year old still wearing a diaper at night and a 4 year old still wearing a diaper during the day.
On the flip side, I am just going to say it…
- My laundry is never ending
- I wish I could pull myself out of bed early enough to send my husband off to work with a full stomach
- Home school progress is slow
- By time I finish dealing with the kids I am tired and working from home becomes a “day off”
- When I’m working I feel like I’m neglecting my kids.
- I know they watched more TV than they should have this week.
- Some crazy reason, I still want more kids.
- I feel like I’m failing every part of my life.
The proverbial women is so amazing and I so desire to be more like her but I often feel so far away from her characteristics.
God is helping me to extend grace and mercy to myself. I am reminded that He didnt call me to be perfect, He just called ME. I’m not defined by the size of my laundry pile (thank God), the breakfast I missed making, a couple of extra wallykazam episodes. He’s looking at my heart… And my heart desires God’s ways, His presence, His love, His peace. My heart loves the family God blessed me with and the beautiful chaos that sometimes surrounds me.
I’m not perfect and life feels like a mess right now but I’m going to embrace this beautiful mess as God continues to mold me. I’m thankful that my Father loves every part of me.
What are some of your confessions as a mom?
Embrace your mess! Jesus LOVES you… India