Real Moms

Being a mama is the hardest and best thing I’m blessed to do. I’m a complete hot mess and fail them all the time. But I know God hand-picked us for each other. And I love them something fierce. 

The older I get, I’ve realized one important thing: perfect moms aren’t real, and real moms aren’t perfect. Yet each is perfectly who their kiddos need.

One morning at school drop off, as I was racing in with my son (we tend to run on the late side) another mom passing by said, “You are always so pulled together!” I laughed.

Apparently I’ve got her fooled.

But that comment really made me stop and think.  I never want to portray that I’ve got it all together.  I want to portray that I’m real.  We all have struggles, the ups and downs of life.

A dear friend approached me the day after and asked me how I balance things.  She said she knows I have a lot of plates in the air, and how do I do it all?

I’ll be honest.  It’s not easy.  The only real way I’m a functioning hot mess (and not just a complete mess) is Jesus- plain and simple. And I want my kids to know that, too. I lean hard on the Lord to get through each day the best that I can. To be the best mama to my kids that I can. And I fail at that, too.  It’s an interesting dichotomy.  I saw a girl on Instagram use the phrase “Pause and Pray”.  There are MANY times during the day where I do exactly that.  And still, it’s not always easy.

I’m also a planner.  Like I actually plan out when to get things done- whether for the house, for the kids, or for my business.  (All you biz mamas out there- reach out and we can chat about hints and tips for working from home.) While things often don’t go the way I envision, at least I have a plan.  No attempt at a plan often equals chaos, or spinning my wheels. No bueno, chicas. Even still, there are many days when things I wanted to do “today” get bumped until “tomorrow”.  Sigh; mom life.

Here’s the way I see it. Real moms don’t have it all figured out. And that’s ok. They get silly and they get mad. They make rules and they make mistakes. And they do a million other things in between. But they love hard. And at the end of the day, that’s what matters.

So cheers to all you mamas out there who are with me in the trenches, and to being perfectly imperfect; which is totally real.

Embrace Life