I’d so be IRL friends with this week’s guest blogger. I love her approach to being a mom. Please welcome Janae from Diaries of a Grumpy Grateful Mom.
Like when I got the great idea to limbo under a volleyball net back in my junior high gym class. My braces caught on the bottom net wire, came unglued and made a loop above my upper lip. The orthodontist exclaimed, “In all my years, I’ve NEVER seen anything like this!”
Then there was the short-lived time I was a TV news anchor and accidentally started laughing hysterically on the air. Surprisingly they fired me, excuse me, I mean didn’t renew my contract. Also embarrassing.
I can laugh about these things now, though at the time, I believe those incidents were worthy of my embarrassment.
Yet, there are other everyday happenings that are not so worthy of my embarrassment. I try to be open about some of my faults, though I feel that if people knew too many of my shortcomings, I might have to hide under a rock. But I don’t want to waste any more energy feeling this way.
It’s OK that I’m a bad–actually terrible–home loveliness maintainer. Those extra germs build immunity, right?
It’s OK that I ate more junk food than healthful food yesterday. I did cut back from three bowls of ice cream to a mere two. Woot! Woot!
It’s OK that I haven’t made it through church ONE time without having to take one or more of my kiddos into the hall for disorderly conduct. They’ll make it through someday, at least by the time they’re adults.
It’s OK that sometimes I have a hard time focusing in church too. That one may even be normal.
It’s OK that I don’t make close friends easily. Feeling completely comfortable around someone takes time for me.
It’s OK that I still don’t know how to tweet from my phone. I’m certain I will bravely conquer this task in the distant future.
It’s OK that I’ve been too lazy to make sack lunches for my daughter this year and that she tells me, “I’m the only one in my entire class that NEVER takes a sack lunch!” Hopefully, she’ll still grow well on her lunch diet of french fries and chocolate milk. Scratch that. I may have to change this soon.
I’m not good at thank-you notes, or staying in touch with extended family. I’m not crafty or budget abiding. I put my foot in my mouth all the time, and I only bath my children when they start to smell.
I could go on, though I’ll stop here, before I truly embarrass myself. I still want to improve in these areas and progress, but I don’t want to be ashamed if I’m not the healthy, organized, sweet, and domestic epitome of motherhood perfection that I would like to be.