I saw an Instagram post a week or so ago that really spoke to me.
“Kids don’t need a perfect mom, they need a happy one.”
I feel like this sums up a lot of what it is to be a mom. We strive to do everything right, to always GET it right, like I’ve talked about in my post about perfectionism. In our quest for perfection, I feel like we lose a lot of who we are along the way. For me, when I would yell at the kids, lose my temper, not do something with them because I was tired- I would get so stressed out about it. I’ve written before about my concerns about passing my anxiety on the Biggie, who is already prone to being an anxious child.
I am far from perfect. At anything. Except being a wife, obviously. (#trophywife- right DadingWITHOUTanxiety?) But in embracing my imperfect and anxious self, I have become truly happy. And THAT is what my boys will see- that I didn’t always get it right, but our life is a happy one. And I’m totally cool with that. Do whatever you have to to be happy, and know that you’re going to have to give up your ideals of perfection to get it done, and that’s ok too.
And I guess that means I need to take my own advice and realize my kids don’t care how much I weigh or what size clothes I wear. It’s more important for me to be happy for me AND for them. Who knew having a blog could be so self-reflective? 🙂