I have news for you: you are not a perfect mother. Neither am I. Your children will never be perfect parents, and neither will their children. It is inevitable. We are all doomed to be imperfect parents, and guess what? That is awesome!
Perfection does not exist! The only things that are ever perfect are our pretty little newborn babies that can do no wrong. That is only until they have a full blown temper tantrum because we refused to buy them candy at the checkout, or flushed our wedding ring down the toilet. And toddlers are only the beginning, but I digress, we are talking about you!
You are amazing! You are the glue that bonds your family together, but you are also the soul the feed upon. We are not perfect, but we forces of nature. If I were a perfect mother, I wouldn’t be up in the middle of the night blogging, making lunches, doing laundry and dishes, because those things would already be done. I would be sleeping soundly next to my husband, who has been asleep for hours.
Sometimes we get caught up in wanting our family to think that we are perfect, that we can do anything and everything thrown at us, that we forget that we don’t want them to feel like failures, because we make it all seem so easy. It isn’t easy, but extremely challenging. This façade causes physical and mental stress, and we don’t want to pass it on to the next generation, like it was handed to us. We don’t want our daughters growing up with impossible shoes to fill, or our sons to expect infallibility from their partners. They don’t need someone to take care of them, they need someone to grow with.
Imperfection is essential to being a good parent
We are fierce and strong, and capable of great things; things that defy odds. We give our little ones life, and nurture them. We show them what it feels like to be loved, and that love is incomparable to anything. Still, we are not perfect. Perfection implies that we are finished growing and learning. However, that is something I will never stop doing. I hope there is always something that I can learn from the world and share with my children.
Now, I am off to bed. Not because I have finished everything I wanted to accomplish tonight, but because I won’t let perfection get the best of me. I refuse to be a martyr, and let my kids think that I am this perfect being that caters to their every whim, and never tires. I want to raise self-sufficient imperfect human beings. My children can do their own laundry; imperfectly.
Hopefully they will never feel the pressure to become perfect mothers and fathers. Hopefully, imperfection will be a quality they celebrate and not fear.