It’s true. I am. And, odds are, you are, too.
But that’s impossible! The perfect mom, that supermom, she is unattainable!
Is she? Is she really?
What is a perfect mom?
The perfect mom is always presentable with absolutely adorable, presentable children who are always on their best behavior. She has her life together and can do anything and everything. She has magic in her fingertips.
She can make cookies in a pinch.
She can get her kids to say please and thank you while smiling sweetly.
She is always perfectly dressed and has every hair in place.
Her kids are neat and clean and never have a public meltdown.
Her home is magazine-worthy.
Her marriage has never been stronger.
I could go on, but why bother? I think we all get the point. The perfect mom is a freaking unicorn.
But this picture of a perfect mom is a lie
It is! It was crafted by us, the moms, and maybe a few dads. Some grandparents? May as well throw in some aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends.
The perfect mom is basically a social construction. The crazy part is, it was created by us. We crafted this woman so we can never measure up. She exists because we imagined her so.
As a mom, we think we have to have it together 24/7/365(366). We have to be flawless, otherwise our children will suffer.
The funniest thing is, I’ve read countless mom posts about how perfection is over-rated and how they’re not a perfect mom. Why have we bothered to create something we now denounce?
I am a perfect mom, and so are you
Think of it this way.
We already know the perfect mom was crafted by us moms. We see each other and think we see perfection elsewhere. We see ourselves and only focus on how to improve.
But look at your babies instead. We may be the mom, we are the ones who see other moms. But whose mom are we?
That little darling right over there calls us “mama.” That little darling is who we are a mother to. Shouldn’t we be asking what perfection is in their eyes? After all, they call us mom.
I am a perfect mom because my children are happy and healthy. They have fun, they have tears. They run around and jump, they run around and fall. They laugh, they scream. But they always come running to my arms, ready for some snuggles, love, and happy words. They feel secure with me, so I am a perfect mom, their perfect mom.
I know I am a perfect mom even though my home gets messy, my clothes are sometimes stained, my daughter’s dress shows everything she attempted to eat, my son’s hair is a mess because he runs from combs (literally), dinner may or may not be happening, and sometimes I just want to scream at my husband.
But I know I am perfect because my children deem me so.
Are your children happy? Do they come running to you? Do they feel secure with you? Yes? Then you, fair lady, are a perfect mom.
P.S. Life is supposed to be messy. It’s more fun that way, don’t you think?