Your Kids Don’t Want Perfection. They Want a Mama Who Stumbles and Gets Back Up.

I didn’t accomplish anything today. There were no lines crossed off my to do list; no check marks or gold stars.

By society’s standards, quite simply – I failed today.

I read an article the other day that said “5 Ways to Maximize Your Time.” As I read through the suggestions, I laughed.

I’m up before the sun every single day, but not for my dedicated fitness regimen and goal planning session. It’s not for meditation or meal prep.

I’m up doing the things that need to be done.

The unseen things. Yet day after day, I have nothing to show for it.

Toys are still scattered throughout the living room, there are dishes in the sink and laundry piled high. I haven’t exercised in months and my diet consists of my kiddos leftover cold chicken fries and mac n cheese.

I’ve been going for what feels like days; months if I’m being honest. My feet are tired and my mind, restless. Yet, everywhere I look the world screams MORE. Like if only I would just try harder and give more of myself then I would somehow be more worthy.

Give more.
Be more.
Do more.

But it’s garbage, sis. You want to know why you’re so stressed? It’s because we’ve been force fed this idea for so long we actually start to believe it.

I’m over it. I’m done. I’m tired of chasing something that doesn’t exist. I’m tired of grasping at straws trying to reach for perfection only to be left with failure.