I scream. A lot.
My 7 year old still has training wheels on his bike.
My 3 year old still uses a pacifier.
I don’t get up at 5:00 a.m. to workout at home.
My 7 year old can’t tie his shoes.
My 3 year old can’t fall asleep without me.
I buy non-organic fruits and vegetables.
Clearly, I’m winning at the mom game, right?
Not according to all the posts I endure daily about how great everyone else’s life is on social media. Am I the only one who feels the pressure to Mom Up and lead a more perfect life?
Recently I responded to a mom’s post about how I was also failing at this game called motherhood. Her response? “Phew and thank you!” There’s so much pressure on moms to be perfect and to have the most amazing life, every day. It’s so unrealistic and exhausting. After the brief interaction with that mom, I liberated myself from the game. My kids are my kids, perfect in their imperfection.
My life is not that exciting, at least not everyday. My house is a mess 90% of the time, and that’s ok. We are living and enjoying it, as best we can. One day I know I will look back at this stage in the “game” and remember it fondly. How? Because I already do that with the past seven years.
So I guess I am winning at this mom game. Are you?