I have been putting off my first post now for a few days. Why? Because in all honesty, I have no CLUE what I am doing. You might ask why I even started this.

Well, my days lately have been more Work centered then Family centered. I wake up, leave before my girls are awake and, when I pick them up from Pre-K/Daycare, we head home for me to work some more. Some nights, I work through dinner, brushing of teeth, bedtime stories…..  And then, the cycle starts all over again in the morning. So there I am, in bed, exhausted after working a 55+ hour work week. Feeling like an absent parent and unable to sleep. But, in that moment of complete self-inflicted judgement, I felt God say, “So what! You’re imperfect. Get over it. Your kids don’t see the imperfections when they look at you. They see a mom that loves them. Stop buying into the idea of the ‘Perfect Mom.’ There is no such thing. You are imperfect but more Precious than you will ever know.” And then He planted a thought, that turned into an idea, and here we are.

Everywhere you look, especially on PINTEREST, there is this underlying ideal of the perfect mom. The mom that can do everything. You know, the one that makes her own food coloring from some random things she grows in her perfect garden. To be used in her homemade frosting, for her homemade cookies, for some kindergartners snack. Wait, WHAT!! Why do I feel bad because I can’t do that. I mean come on, June Cleaver or not, who has time for that and, those kids don’t care that those are handcrafted perfection. They are stinking cookies! Now, don’t get me wrong, I love to cook! It is my love language. But there is a difference between cooking to feed people you love and cooking some crazy piece of perfection because you need to look like you have it all together.

Back to why I am doing this. I am an imperfect human. Thus leading to an imperfect mom, wife, and follower of an awesome, loving God. I know I am not alone in feeling like a failure most days but often, it feels like I am failing way worse than that chick over there. And you know what, I might be but that is okay. I am trying aren’t I?  We need to stop comparing ourselves to everyone else and share in the fact that we are all imperfect. So, here is to a new journey of being open, honest, and real.

Ready? I don’t know if I am, but here we go!