The other day, my son dumped a giant scoopful of his hair gel in his sister’s hair. And good golly, I lost it.
The events preceding this incident are as follows: Husband traveled off and on for the entire month of Sept. Saturday was jam packed with activities, beginning with soccer at 9 am, and ending with friends leaving my home after midnight. Sunday began with church, where I volunteered in children’s church, then went fish shopping for a 9 year old friend, hosted two neighbor kids… and then all hell broke loose.
The kids started running around the house, tearing up what I was trying to clean for the imminent arrival of the husband. My oldest (the one who is usually the most well behaved) filled our neighbor’s shoe with hair gel. Said neighbor then freaked out and ran around the kitchen with it. Then my son scooped out that gel and smeared it ALL OVER HIS SISTER.
Did I mention that this happened 2 minutes before we were supposed to leave for dance pictures? Pictures of the girl with the grease pit for a head?
So I lost it. I yelled at the neighbors to leave. Then I yelled at my kids because they were making my life difficult. And I yelled because I was mad at myself because I didn’t have things under control.
Upon arriving at dance pictures (late, because I had to wash my daughter’s hair 3 times to get the funk out), I shared my story. And the first thing another mom said was, “Oh, I’m so glad to hear you freaked out. I totally had you pegged as a perfect mom.”
Am I living my life in such a way that nobody can see my flaws? Have I hidden them so well that people can’t see what’s real in me?
Part of me would rather have you think that I’m a top candidate for World’s Best Mom, but most of me – most of me wants you to know that I stumble. That I have many moments where I don’t rock it. I want to share what’s real and true and honest.
Because that’s the only way we grow. And that’s the only way I can find support. And authentic friendship.
I’d love to think that I’m the mom who patiently explains to their son that wiping crud on his sister moments before we have some place to be isn’t making a wise decision. But the reality is that I’m a yeller when pushed to the brink.
So, in the spirit of sharing, whatcha got for me? Who wants to share their secrets of when they fell short of perfection? I’d love to hear it in the comments below.
boots – Steve Madden (similar); bag – c/o Free Endearment; belt, jeans, and top (similar) – J Crew; necklace – Wild Ruffle
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