Do you ever take a step back and realize just how much of your life is dictated by technology? Particularly ‘the image’ we try to convey to everyone else. In the age of social media we are bombarded with pictures and status updates of beautiful people, seemingly perfect families, trips, inspirational quotes and stories.
I have been guilty of this too. Sometimes I find myself writing something that sounds more like it’s out of a hallmark card or cheesy beyond cheesy and I cringe a little, but I post anyway because hey, everyone else is doing it right?
I just want to stop and take a moment to be real with you. I am not a perfect mom. It’s not my intention for you to think I am a perfect mom.
I mess up all the time. I struggle with anxiety. Sometimes I yell at my kids and get frustrated. I haven’t figured out how to parent perfectly, I’m just doing my best in the moment.
I will never be the ‘cool mom’ in my group of friends. Most of the time I look a hot mess and don’t do my hair or makeup. Usually I grab whatever clothes look semi clean out of the crib piled with laundry and put that on. I bite my nails. I have split ends.
I’m really shy. I’m not good with the spoken word. I try to be friendly, but I think I can come across as socially awkward. I don’t like to make decisions. I tend to repeat myself.
My ‘social status’ is average at best. I live in a two bedroom apartment with three kids, no A/C or laundry. We struggle to save money. We have student loan debt. Southern California is an expensive place to live.
I struggle with comparison and being content with what I have. I want the beautiful homes you see moms posting on Instagram. I want to wear the designer clothes (well not really, but maybe up my game a little bit) and look presentable at all times.
My point is maybe seeing all these images isn’t healthy for us. Most of it probably isn’t even true. It’s all for show. I realize that, I’m sure you do too. I’ve posted about pictures a bit in a previous post if you care to check it out.
I just want to reiterate that I am not perfect, do not have a perfect life, and I’m sure you don’t either. But I am happy. I am trying my best to be content. I am not a perfect mom, but I am doing my best.
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