The other day I was perusing the papers online and found this blog article, "Chaos in motherhood is normal." Considering that I've been discouraged with my filthy house, dirty laundry, and lack of creativity, the title alone caught my attention. So I took a few minutes to read the article and another article referenced by the author by Jeffrey R. Holland called "Because She is a Mother." Both excellent reads!
The chaos post talks about mothers who realize their perfect ideal of motherhood is far from reality. When I was growing up, I seriously thought I'd be the super mom, cooking gourmet meals and desserts, keeping a spotless house (ok, so I was that before Pearl came along), doing creative crafty projects, sewing, gardening, canning, and teaching reading, writing, and arithmetic to my perfect children. A real super-mom... now a real super-poop. Sometimes it's really hard to admit I'm not the fantasy wife/mother I had once thought I'd be. Most of the time, I'm ok with a messy house and a kid who looks like I didn't comb her hair or give her a bath by the end of the day - I mean who has energy to do that - but then there's always a nagging voice in the back of my head saying I've failed.
When I started this post two days ago, I thought I'd delve into my own opinions on what perfect means, but after starting to read a new book at the prompting of a friend ("The proper care and feeding of husbands" by Dr. Laura - still trying to decide if I want to throw it out the window or keep reading it), am now more confused then ever about who I should be. So, I'll post some pictures of the past day or two of what I think is really the most perfect thing in my life.
New shoes still in pristine condition and actually on... perfect.
Obviously I am perfect at teaching Pearl manners... obviously.
Making the perfect birthday card for your favorite Godparent, David.
Perfect concentration!
Perfect way to spoil your dinner... and make your husband happy.
The perfect black heels. Pearl seriously walks better in them than I can! Not to mention jumping, running, and climbing the stairs.
I promise this is NOT the perfect kiss! If you look ever so closely, you'll see what Pearl considers to be one of the most funny things to do to her dad - steal the grass he is sucking on. The problem with this is that she then proceeds to stuff her mouth full of grass, chomps on it for a few minutes, then spits it out everywhere.
The perfect throw. Next up, rubbing grass in your Dad's hair.
