I have often said that my life is far from perfect. I am all too aware of it. My house is never spotless, laundry always needs to be done, the kids fight...more often than I like. My husband and I don't see eye to eye on everything. It is far from fairy tale. What it is not far from however is...normal.
I, through all of my flaws; and there are many, do the very best I can to make sure that my family are taken care of. Yes there are days that Thing 1 and Thing 2 leave home that socks don't match, or there are days breakfast is a pop tart eaten on the drive to school. Do I worry that this is a sign of a mom who really needs to get it together. Not so much. Do I know it's the sign that I have 2 kids to get out of the door, dressed and ready to face the world and all its glory before 740 in the morning, while getting myself dressed and ready for work, and occasionally helping the husband get out the door. You better believe it.
For all of the imperfection that is my life, there is a certain amount of grandness to it. For all the chaos, and clutter there is contentment, and peace, and general gratefulness.
This is one of my most favorite blog posts I've ever read
ReplyDelete