I'm in my late 20s, wife to a very patient husband, mother to a beautiful girl through the greatness of adoption. I blog of my struggles with endometriosis, the woes of infertility, and the joys those things can bring. This is our story...
This is how my profile reads. It's true no doubt, but sometimes I feel I should add a few things. Like maybe...This blog is about a girl who doesn't sew or have time for crafty things. Her walls are not covered with the latest designs. She can't show you new things like how to make an amazing dinner. In fact nachos are on the menu tonight. There are canned olives involved so it should get pretty crazy up in here. She works part time and comes home tired. Nothing gets done at home when the little one is awake except an occasional block tower or amazing colored pencil drawing. Crayons are for eating in these parts. If you show up unannounced her house will be covered with toys and papers will hide the kitchen counters. She has no idea how to coupon so don't even bring it up. Yep, this blog will get you NO WHERE. You better click away fast!
Now that I sound like a depressed wife and mother let me clarify. When I first became a mom I felt the need to be perfect. Okay let me back up. When I knew my becoming a mother depended on others deciding if I could even BE a mother meaning getting approved to adopt and knowing a mother would choose us to parent her child, that's when I decided I had to be perfect.
Guess what? I'm not perfect.
Parenting is hard. Big surprise! Life is confusing. No Kidding! Things don't go as planned. No one said they would!
I was talking to a client once about some worries and she flat out told me "You think everything has to be a certain way. You need to let it go."
How right she is. I've thought a lot about it and decided that average is perfect for me. At this time is my life a lot has to be set aside. If that means my house is never the cutest/cleanest who cares? Will I still envy moms that seem to have it altogether and then some? Heck ya I will! Hopefully from now on I'll only work on Lacey's kind of perfect. Not a Pinterest kind of perfect.