As a breastfeeding mom, I spend a lot of late night hours scrolling down my Instagram and Facebook feeds.
Within those feeds, I see a lot of awesome moms who make things. Recipes, crafts, costumes, dolls, clothes – all kinds of things – from scratch.
I’ve always wanted to be able to do those things. I have so many creative ideas. But I lack the creative follow through.
I can bake, sure, but I need good ‘ol Betty Crocker to do so.
Meatloaf? Sure, can I run to Wal-Mart and grab one to heat up?
Want to make a shelf from recycled wood? Where they do that at?
It’s just not in me.
I wish it was.
I want to say, “I slaved over a hot stove all day,” or “Check out my signature stitch in this blouse.”
But you will never hear me say those words.
I’m not a made-from-scratch mom.
My grandmother used to make these amazing cakes and pies and biscuits all from scratch. She even made her own dresses, pillows, and whatever else she could think of. She made me a few dresses too (one had uneven sleeves).
My mother can do all those things too. I even asked to borrow her sewing machine recently because I desperately wanted to learn to sew.
That machine was back at her house within a month.
It’s not that I don’t want to learn these things. It’s just not in me.
I’m not that mom.
I absolutely applaud those that are.
No fresh made cupcakes will be at my children’s birthday parties. So sorry.
And you won’t find me doing cute crafty DIY projects with them either.
I’m just not a made-from-scratch mom.
And it’s okay!
I almost thought that I was a failure to my family because I wasn’t. I thought that I should be able to do those things as a mother and as a wife. I almost thought it was required of me.
But it’s not!
What is required is that I love my husband and my children.
I am required to give them my absolute best.
I am required to support them and be there for them.
I am required to be an example to my children and teach them right from wrong.
I am required to be a shoulder to lean on and a person they can trust.
I am also required to feed them- even if it was once frozen.
I don’t have to be perfect, just be the best mom I can be.
So no, I can’t make a pie, cake or biscuit from scratch. I can’t sew worth a lick. And I am the perfect poster mom for Pinterest DIY fails.
But what I can do, is show my family my unconditional love each and every day.
I used to strive to be perfect in my parenting. But I realized that as long as I do my best, my parenting is already perfect for my family.
“Hello. My name is Kristie, and I am a recovering perfectionist.”
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