Being a mom is a constant balance, and I am still trying to figure it out. I look at my childhood, and for my mother it seemed so easy and seamless. There were always hot meals, the house was constantly clean, she made time for all of the kids, and she did it perfectly. I feel like I cannot do anything right. There are many days I feel like a failure. No matter how hard I try, there are not enough hours.
With three kids, a husband, a home, and a job, time management skills are a must. However, balancing work and life is not my strong point. I fall behind on deadlines, my home looks like a tornado went through it, and each of my kids will tell you that I get grumpy when I am stressed. It happens.
I am one of the lucky ones who works from my home. I am at the kitchen counter, returning emails in my pjs most mornings. When I hear my kids in the other room laughing, I typically get distracted and feel the need to play. Being a mommy is who I am, everything else is secondary. I started my website because we have a pretty abnormal, normal family. We have a unique story, and it needed to be told. Not because I thought that it was so interesting that everyone would read it, but because I wanted others in our position to know they are not alone. Our family has been through a lot. We have dealt with domestic abuse, ADHD, Autism, heart defects, divorce, co-parenting, re-marriage, blending a new family and so much more. I know there are other families out in the world like ours. I know the pain, happiness, tears, and laughter. That is why I started my website. NonperfectParenting has grown and evolved into a full time job for me. My family loves and supports it. There are times they even get involved and help with it. My husband and children are my biggest supporters. Without them, I would be nothing. After all, I am a mommy first.
Each day is about finding that perfect balance. Giving your partner the attention they deserve, playing with your children, asking them questions about their day, catching up on all of your work that had been piling up around the house, and of course your job. I struggle with that balance a lot. I feel the guilt of letting one or the other slip all of the time. I know my mother felt the same way, every parent does. I also know that I thought my mom was perfect. So, when you feel like your to-do list is ten miles long, the walls are closing in, and you won't see your bed for at least sixteen more hours, know that your child thinks you are the most perfect parent on this earth. They do not see your imperfections or faults. They see your beauty and your soul. You are amazing.