If anyone’s counting, I’ve messed up 3 1/2 times this morning, and it’s not even 7:45 AM.
1. I lost my cool with my extra groggy, snail’s paced, running late teenager. (A lovely way to begin a Monday).
2. Against my better judgement, I re-reminded my 7th grader to bring me his reading log for signing. (So much for teaching personal responsibility).
3. I overcooked the oatmeal (again!), burning a thick, brown cement coating onto the pan. (The kid who has dish duty today is NOT going to be a happy camper).
3 1/2. And I lost my car keys while we were frantically leaving for school. I found them after only 15 seconds of searching, but I panicked during the search and let an “undesirable” escape my mouth. Thus the 1/2 point penalty.
I used to think that after 15 years of being a mom, I’d have this gig down to perfection. But I learned the hard way that reaching perfection is impossible, unnecessary and a recipe for failure, guilt and disappointment.
Perfection is Overrated
Trying to be the perfect mom is kind of like trying to look like an air-brushed, digitally enhanced magazine model. Just because she’s gorgeous on the cover, doesn’t mean she’s flawless in real life. Perfect parenting is unattainable, and the farther from flawless I fall, the more irritated I become. So instead of striving for the impossible, I now aim for Personal Best (PB), where even small victories are worth celebrating and mistakes become prime learning opportunities. With my fresh perspective, here’s my takeaway from this morning:
- I’ll apologize to my groggy teen for getting crabby with him (modeling humility while I’m at it).
- I’ll make a better effort to let my kids take personal responsibility for waking up and being prepared for class. (And I’ll find ways to show love without rescuing or enabling).
- I’ll celebrate that it didn’t take me a year to find my keys and that I didn’t completely lose my mind while scrambling for them. (Yea, Mom!)
- And, I’ll finally set a timer to remind me to stir the darn oatmeal.
I’m never going to be perfect, and I’m tired of making myself crazy trying. Striving for Personal Best helps me get closer than I ever imagined. And that is a beautiful place to be!
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