Boys Boys Boys. . .

~Sept, 2012
We had some visitors over and of course A and E were bouncing off the walls. Head butting their legs, jumping on their back and freaking out. So I chucked them both in the kitchen and told them, "You are out of control." Angrily A turns to me, hands on his hips and snaps, "No Mom! YOU are out of control!"

~Aug. 2012
A comes up to me and tells me very officially, "Mom, I'm smarter than you. I'm not smarter than Dad, but I am smarter than you."

~July 4th, 2012
A and E were wrestling today and it was A's day. He was doing really good keeping his little brother subdued, although E put up a pretty good fight. Once they were finished, Daddy and I told E he did a really good job! He looked over at Daddy M angrily from the floor and said, "No, I din not!!" he flailed his arms on the ground and continued, "He's still alive!"

~June 2012
E and A were playing T-ball today with A's new gear. I of course laid down the rules. No hitting anyone with the bat. No swinging at the ball until every body and body part is clear. Simple enough. Not 5 minutes into it, I hear a blood curdling scream from A. E runs inside, eyes big, and says, "I din'n know what I was doing!" Big brother had a pretty good goose egg on his head.

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Monday, November 8, 2010

Perfection. It's a myth

I'm not going to lie, sometimes reading other people's blogs just depresses me. And here's why. They're always SO happy and SO perfect! I see pictures of the mother that made her kids' TinkerBell costume,the mother that bakes the most EPIC birthday cake EVER, the mother that makes homemade chocolate suckers and lets her kids paint them, the mother that instead of getting annoyed with her kid traipsing around her feet imagining that they're on a mountain- just plays along, and the mother that for whatever reason is fantastically fashionable and can dress their kid like a runway model. It's depressing. I get it into my head that I can never be like that. Sure I post fun, cute stuff on here and I can some days write a good story to go along with the pictures, but if my kids were running around my ankles pretending to be up on a mountain or on a beach, I'd get annoyed after a while. I can't keep my boys clean enough to stay in one outfit all day and I'm an awful cook, so homemade chocolate treats just doesn't happen. I can barely keep up with myself, let alone everyone else and their perfect blog lives. It makes me really want to fast forward my life to a time when McKay and I are done with school and we have money so I CAN do some things that all these other parents seem to be able to do.

I'm going to learn a good lesson here though. I'm going to learn that life is not perfect. Even these people on these blogs have issues. They fight with their kids, they lose their temper, they feel inadequate as parents, and they probably go to bed after a complete day of wastefulness and nothingness. Life is not perfect. Money does not make life better. Memories do. Scraping together whatever you have out of your rented kitchen to make chocolate/caramel/butterscotch blobs is ok. They don't have to look like perfectly molded chocolate hearts and angels and stars. Blobs are good. I don't need money to have fun with my kids. I can learn that someday can be today. Someday I'll do that with my kids.... well why does it have to be someday? We're going to do to that today and if we utterly fail, we'll at least have that dreadful memory to keep us smiling until we feel brave enough to potentially utterly fail again.

Today we will live, we will fail and we will succeed. But at least we were doing it and not focusing on those friends that have perfect blogs with 'obviously' perfect lives.
I think this picture was taken by my son A while I was asleep downstairs "neglecting" my kids and feeding my desire to sleep. E makes quite a handsome little doctor. 


Sheri said...

Perfection is a MYTH... and the perfect Mom is one who loves her kids. One of my favorite talk CD's in the world is called The Myth we call Perfection by Dr John Lund. I have listened to it so many times I have some of it memorized. When all is said and done... we love much and do what we can do and that is ALL that is required ! : ) Money has nothing to do with it, beautiful home, nice car, nice clothes, etc. etc. Mean nothing if we don't love much and do what WE can do.

Meredith Williams said...

Amen! I have thought a lot about the same thing too. I almost hate reading blogs because of the feeling I come away with that "I'm not doing enough" or "my house is not cute enough"
I love having a blog to document the happenings in our home but almost hate it too. There are times when I want to just vent and go on about something totally negative that's happening in my life but am always hesitant because people read it....I don't know what it is because I'm not even afraid to point out that I'm imperfect.
I guess, I'll need to keep a seperate journal even with a blog.
Anyways, I love reading whats going on at your place. You are always doing fun things with your boys. I'm serious too......I just will have to make sure Evelyn never sees your blog years down the road to read about all that she missed out on!

K & C Dumas said...

Ditto again:) It's the same with facebook! I hate reading them when C and I have a disagreement, it just makes it doubly (is that a word??) worse!! This was the hardest thing I think about marriage for me, I thought we'd all be perfect run-way models when we got married, but I think I actually became almost more self-concious... Anyways, I'm learning... I love reading your blog tho, you really know how to make fun of things that are really tough. That's why I love being around you too:) Anyways, guess I miss you, and your awesome family:)