I was a perfect mom.
Until I had kids of my own.
Then I became a ‘good-enough, doing the best I can’ kinda mom.
Except that wasn’t really true. I never settled for good-enough.
It’s a sickness, really.
Although I was always doing the best I could, I knew it wasn’t really good enough (for me).
I had high, unattainable standards. Yet, I had real, tangible kids.
What I didn’t have was 20:20 (premonition) vision. I didn’t see what was coming.
Sure, I had heard it all. <Nap when they nap. Dishes can wait…>
Of course that didn’t apply to me and my high standards.
I had to have a clean house, folded laundry, and well dressed kids.
No one was permitted to mix the Play-Doh, allowed to lick a spoon, nor did they dare to put their dirty feet on the couch.
I probably should’ve been hotlined for being such a perfect parent.
If they showed up to take my kids away, they would’ve changed their minds when they saw what a perfect housekeeper I was. Clearly that equates perfect parenting.
“Dear moms with the messy house, one day the little ones that travel around messing things up will one day be gone and your house will be spotless. I know I’m telling you this again, but it’s so good to be reminded. Your house at one point will be exactly how you want it, but you won’t have little one’s around – picking you flowers, coloring pictures, dumping out legos to make you the best creation ever, splashing water from the tub – that will be over and you will inevitably miss the days where the home seemed a wee bit too chaotic”
Words of wisdom quoted from Rachel. Let your dishes sit; visit her blog, finding joy.