The one thing I prayed for at Mass this morning was the grace to see what is most important in life, to accept my imperfections and to be the best I can be for my children (according to the Lord's calling for my life, not the world's standards and expectations). Yesterday was one of those days where I was really struggling with self-doubt and discouragement. I confess to fighting a daily temptation of critical self-analysis, and I have a feeling that I'm not the only mom out there who fights these feelings.
It's that little relentless voice inside that says, "I wish I was funny, I wish I was more creative, I wish I could write better, cook better, craft better, I wish I could teach with more enthusiasm and less frustration, I wish I had the hormones I had in college, I wish, I wish, I wish."
But, the truth is, I'm not that perfect-in-pictures "Pinteresting" mom.
I'm not the most entertaining mom.
I'm not the most social mom.
I'm not the most glamorous mom.
I'm not the most athletic mom.
I'm not the most funny mom.
I'm not the most patient mom.
I'm not the most intelligent mom.
I'm not the most generous, sacrificial mom.
I'm not even close to being the mom I sometimes think everyone else is.
I AM MY KIDS' MOM.
And, they don't want me to be anyone else.