Sister, no one gets to tell you your worth. So why do we let them?
Why do we let guilt overrule our own happiness?
Because let me tell you, no one is pulling off this motherhood thing perfectly and if they claim to be? Have them send me their book in the mail because it’s a load of crap.
I’m tired of the expectations.
I’m tired of the race. Of comparing and beating myself up over things just because someone, somewhere along the line told me I should.
So yeah, my jeans fit a little tighter than I prefer.
Chicken nuggets are on a regular rotation at my household.
The laundry room is an epic disaster.
I lose my patience.
I have unwashed dishes in my sink and crumbs on my floor.
I’m late [to] work more days than I can count because I can’t manage time to save my life.
That doesn’t make me a bad mama. It makes me a real one. And if I’m being honest. I’m a dang good one. And you are, too.
Reality? Motherhood isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s not bliss 24/7. There are going to be days where it feels mundane. There will be days where we screw up in epic proportions and get nothing accomplished. That’s OK.
Those things don’t define me. Those things don’t dictate whether or not I am good enough. And they don’t for you either.
Let’s start extending the same grace to ourselves that we give others on a daily basis.
Because your life is right in front of you and sister, it’s a good one. Even the messy parts.
Let’s stop beating ourselves up for the things that we aren’t and start celebrating everything that we are, instead.
Because I am here to tell you that you are enough. In fact, you are more than enough. You are perfect just as you are, dishes and all.
