Blogs. There is something about 'em. Something intimidating. Something to make you feel….like less of a person, mother, wife, etc. I bring this up because I read so many great blogs and also some of the famous ones. I think to myself GEEZ this women is incredible! Skilled at everything from sewing, to photography, to crafting, to child rearing, to cooking, to cleaning, to having a social life, to entertaining guests, to having time to blog, to…the list goes on. And I envy each one of them for talents and gifts that are not mine.
I get very inspired. I plan. I prepare. And then, I fall short. I desire to accomplish so much (especially with my children), but the truth is I am just not them.
As my Google reader loads and I begin to skim these various blog posts there is a certain amount of inferiority that comes over me. I see the time these moms spend with their kids on the floor painting, and coloring, using a computer, baking, reading to, or interacting with. Also the countless different hand-made activities they create and bring to the table are exhausting to review. It can bring a sense of inadequacy to say the least.
Many times I would come away from reading a blog feeling guilty (particularly those authored by super moms). Seeing what they did with their day and how much they got done and what a great life they had made me crave the same. I would strive to be that superhero of a mom or the wonder wife who cooks, cleans, and has everything in order from bills to bedtime. I found myself longing to be that person and when I couldn't get it right I felt even guiltier. But one has to remember blogs are only a mere snapshot of that someone’s day. Their family, their activities, accomplishments, dreams, vacations. The good stuff. Very rarely is it about the trials and tribulations we all face. You know? The humdrum junk that fills the rest of the day.
As far as this blog, more so lately, I've noticed myself only wanting to post the sunny side, the happy-go-lucky stuff. But, I think that can be misleading. It's not fair for you as a reader to think I have some flawless existence. Thanks for the kudos and the comments but…truth be told…IT JUST AINT TRUE.
That’s why I have to admit:
*I don't cook. And when I do, the microwave is usually involved. I do like to bake and try new recipes. But our yummy dinners are mainly cooked by Hubby. He is the one who deserves the credit. And the nice thing about it is he actually likes to cook - kind of an outlet for him he has explained.
*My house is tidy (due to OCD hubby), but don't look too close there is more often than not dust bunnies found in the corners and soap scum in the sinks.
*The laundry can sometimes take me up to two or three days to put away, so by the time I arrange it neatly in the drawers, there is a whole other 3-5 loads needing a wash.
*I do not in any sense of the word PLAY with my kids all day every day non-stop.
*There are days my kids watch four - five episodes in a row of Diego, Wonder Pets, Curious George, Sesame Street, etc.
*I have a complete room full of home gym equipment and I don't work out. At all. Never have.
*When I NEED to get out of the house it is usually to Target, or Michael's to buy crap my kids don't really need.
* I loose patience with my kids A LOT.
* I am a Facebook-aholic.
*I don't finish things.
*I let problems that need consistent discipline slide.
*I am not always content being a SAHM.
I think you get the point I am trying to make. I just want to get it out there. I am not super mom. Or wonder wife. I am a normal human being just trying to make it through the day with two young kiddos and a third on the way. Sigh!
I aim for happiness and a peaceful home. But I struggle everyday for wanting things my own way, or seeking my own pleasure and/or glory. Recently I read a quote that stood out to me. It's found in the classic book by Thomas a Kempis, The Imitation of Christ. It reads, "But the man who seeks glory in anything other than Me, or seeks his delight in some good of his own choosing, shall never find true joy nor have joy bursting in his heart, but shall meet obstacle after obstacle and find himself inextricably entangled in life's web." I think I may need to read this quote everyday. This passage has lead me to search my own heart in this matter.
And so I am hoping you can come away from reading this feeling encouraged by the fact that we are all in the same boat - struggling, striving, seeking for peace, joy, contentment. But also to know we will never find it until we turn to the One who already knows, who already has a plan for our lives. A plan that is unique for each and every person.
This wasn't supposed to turn into a lecture, and sorry if it came across that way. My central thesis is basically: none of us are perfect people and as much as you may think someone has it “all together” or is superior in some way, think again, they most likely are NOT sharing the gory/boring/demanding particulars that are really taking place in their home.