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Why I’m Not a Perfect Mom

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There are many reasons why I’m not a perfect mom, and why I won’t hold out hope that someday I’ll suddenly become that mother who ‘does it all’. You know the kind of mother portrayed in Leave it to Beaver. Perfectly dressed, make-up on, and not a hair out of place. The house would always be neat and orderly, the kiddos would always be polite and presentable, and I’d be excited to host dinner parties for my husband’s business associates. This of course would all come after I made three course meals for my children and made sure they were involved in all the right social circles.

I’m honest enough and realistic enough to know that won’t happen. Not only am I more comfortable in a pair of yoga pants than I’ve ever been in a dress and make-up, my hair tends to remain in a messy knot on my head. I don’t like the feel of it on my neck and I don’t have the patience to create some intricate style that wouldn’t stay in place while I chased my eighteen month old son around or snuggled with my seven year old daughter.

As for dinner parties, those are so not going to happen. I’m almost positive God’s plan for me doesn’t include being a society maven. My idea of a party is snuggling under a blanket in my pajamas, reading a good book and drinking tea.

There have been times in recent years when I’ve wished I were designed for perfection. Where I wish I didn’t have my quirks. In those moments I spent too much time cataloging the reasons I am not a perfect mom.

I’m not a perfect mom, because I’m a perfectionist. I’m very ‘type A’ when it comes to the completion of anything. From projects to keeping the house organized. I often feel sorry for my daughter (and eventually my son), because I’m the mother that requires rooms to be neat and toys to be returned to their proper place when they’re not in use. The house is not a bounce house designed for jumping and screaming, and there is no playing outside without supervision–regardless of what the neighbor kids get to do.

I’m not a perfect mom, because I am an introvert. My perfect home would be far away from neighbors, have a lot of land for my children to play on, and have a fence to keep people away. Now, I’m not saying I’m completely a hermit, but the ability is there. Whenever I’m around people I seem to internalize their emotions and their energy. It takes me days to recuperate after any social event. My daughter on the other hand is an extrovert. She loves people, and going and doing. She very rarely needs time to recharge away from people, and is happier when she has social interaction all the time.

I’m not a perfect mom, because I am hormonal. I suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder, and that means living in a state where people forget what the sun is makes me melancholy and irritable.

I am not a perfect mom, but I also know that’s okay. I know that the LORD has a plan for me, and that he’s in control. He knows what I need, even if I don’t.

I’m not a perfect mom, but  each day I strive to be a better mom than I was the day before. Each morning I pray for strength, wisdom, and guidance. I pray for help navigating the path of parenthood. I pray for understanding and that my children and I will grow together in our faith.

I’m not a perfect mom, but I am a forgiven mom. I am a saved mom, and I am a faithful mom. Every day may not go the way I hope it will, but it goes the way it needs to go. Each day I learn something new.

Each and every day I try to be a little less of a perfectionist. I make the effort to get my daughter into social situations so that she can thrive. I do what I can to control my hormones, and to control my mood. The point is, I’m not perfect, but I’m me. I’m following God, and doing what I can for my children.

“As for God, His way is perfect: The LORD’s word is flawless; He shields all who take refuge in Him.” Psalm 18:30

May the LORD bless you,

Sare

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A Few Changes

Hey guys! In the coming months (dare I hope, years!) you’ll be noticing some changes on this blog. Granted, so far it’s pretty new so there isn’t really a set standard. However, since the LORD has placed homeschooling on my heart, this will also cover my family’s adventures in homeschooling.

Yes, I want every post to be positive, but as with all things in life, there will be ups and downs. I view myself as an honest person, and trying very hard to portray myself in an honest light. That includes times of struggles. Will every day be hard? I’m sure it won’t be. Will every day be filled with sunshine and roses? I can most certainly guarantee that won’t be the case either.

My daughter and I are as different as we are similar. We’re two of God’s unique creations. That is a huge blessing in so many ways. Though I’m nervous about this adventure we’re on, worried I won’t do something right, I know that as long as I place my Faith and trust in the LORD, we’ll thrive.

I hope you’ll continue to join me on this walk, and maybe you’ll find your own answers, or get an idea for something new to do in your walk as well.

 

Blessings,

Sare

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Power of a Positive Mom

Recently I’ve been doing my daily devotions with the book The Power of a Positive Mom. For those mothers who are looking for God’s grace during the stressful times of motherhood, I highly recommend this book. Karol Ladd has made me smile even when I want to cry.

I’m not saying I’m naturally a positive mom. Quite the opposite. I find that I often don’t smile, not because I’m not happy, but just because I don’t ‘think’ about it. Truth be told, some days I can’t imagine smiling, because things just pile up until suddenly I’m lucky if I’m not walking around with a permanent scowl on my face.

For instance, my son has decided recently that his favorite thing to do is refuse to eat. It doesn’t matter if it’s his favorite food, he’ll throw it on the floor without tasting it. Do not pass go. This has been going on for days. Eventually he’ll finally eat, but sometimes the battle gets to be a little too much for my nerves.

My daughter has been actively testing her limits as well. She’s six, and I know that at this age, it is usual for them to start thinking more in terms of me, me, me. That knowledge doesn’t make the moments any easier to deal with. Especially when I know that my daughter is a beautiful child inside and out, and that she is generally gracious, caring, and helpful.

In my devotion this morning I read about the power of a smile and smiling even when you don’t want to. Not an hour after I decided I was going to do this did I fail. Miserably. However, with a lot of prayer for guidance and strength, I know the LORD will help be with this. I know that smiling at my daughter when she walks in a room will lighten her heart, and the same for my husband and complete strangers.

Smiles are contagious, and we should spread them like a very happy and healthy plague.

Like I said, I’m not a naturally positive mom, but I’m not a Debbie Downer either. It’s time to make sure I don’t become one.

Have you smiled today? I’d love to hear your stories. Please share them in the comments. 🙂

 

May the LORD keep you and yours,

Sare

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The End is the Beginning

My daughter had her last day of school on Tuesday, as did many children. However, for my daughter she wasn’t just saying goodbye for the summer, with the promise of returning to her friends and teachers again in September. She was saying adios for good.

She has been excited for our new adventure, and this day just marked the beginning. Gone are the rushed mornings where there isn’t time for me to enjoy a cup of tea while she tells me about how she dreamed she was Princess Celestia (for those uninitiated readers, she is a My Little Pony–a show my daughter absolutely loves); or to relax for a moment over our morning devotions. Gone will be the need to immediately get dressed, to rush through breakfast, and to separate ourselves from each other for the next six hours.

Will there be a routine and things to get done, yes, but the rush to get out the door every morning will be gone. There will be time for bonding and connection, laughter and smiles, and sometimes, just sometimes, there will be time to make chocolate chip pancakes and sing silly songs before we head to the couch for snuggles and stories.

Tuesday might have been the end of First grade, the end of the official school year, and the end to her PS experience, but it is just the beginning of her chances for learning new and exciting things. For growing together as a family, for growing together with the Lord. It is just the beginning of getting to know each other a little more each day, to playing outside, and exploring the woods. It is just the beginning to field trips and adventures, and a whole world outside of a large building where the student to teacher ratio is too often 30:1.

Is this as exciting for me as it is for her? Definitely. It is also scary, because she has so much FAITH and trust in me, the instant and undying belief that I will educate her and she will learn. This is the same FAITH I’m putting in the LORD, who I believe has placed this intention on my heart. This is the path we are supposed to take, and it is the path we will walk together, each step as a family, with our FAITH and trust in our Heavenly Father. With Him guiding us, we can do anything.

“For we live by FAITH, not by sight.” 2 Corinthians 5:7

May the LORD bless you,

Sare

 

 

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Dunking for Jesus

My daughter just became a Daisy in Girl Scouts, and she did this in time for the tail end of cookie sales. So, of course, I took the cookies to the Women’s Bible Study at my church.

While there, both of our Pastors purchased a couple of boxes for their families. After doing so, we sat around with Pastor R and he said something that still makes me laugh.

Since we’re Baptist and everyone knows that Baptists love food, we’ve decided that Girl Scout cookies seem like the perfect thing to use during our private prayer time. Take a box of cookies, a glass of milk, and your Bible into your prayer closet (or where ever you go for your quality time with the LORD), and for every prayer you dunk a cookie.

Pastor R called it Dunking for Jesus.

Granted, he wasn’t serious, but it made my day. I think that during any walk with God, there needs to be some humor–and cookies. Preferably, Thin Mints or Samoas. 😉

And, in case you’re wondering–between that Women’s Bible Study and the Marines who work with my husband, my daughter sold 84 boxes of cookies. Not too bad for only doing it at the tail end of cookie season.

Have a Blessed Monday,

Sare