Have you ever wondered who decided what the perfect family would look like? Was it actually a mother? Or a father? Or an ad agency? Where did it start? It seems to me it is actually a pretty new desire we have, to want to be the perfect parents and have everyone know how perfect we are. While I am pretty confident that I am a good mother there are days where I do feel the pull to be better, more organised, better dressed and more patient.
A friend said to me on Saturday, “You are like me, we like the chaos.” She is right, I do thrive when life is crazy and busy and rushed and on the go non stop. Of course I moan about it but perhaps that is just because we are conditioned to not want the mess of life?
I am blissfully happy and my perfection is in the chaos!
Last night while David and I are trying to get Jack and Emma organised for bed by barking orders, making tea, tidying up etc I spot, out the corner of my eye Cameron giving Emma a hug and they sat on the floor while he asked her how her day was. They were surrounded by toys, dirty socks, an empty mug (or two) and Emma was in full bedtime avoidance mode but it was perfection in the chaos.
While Jack was recovering from the week from hell, I was trying to beg him to take his meds while packing away toys for the millionth time and taking yet another load of dishes to the kitchen. I was tired, Jack was moaning but then he spotted something he thought Kiara may like. He took it and went upstairs to show her, very excited. More perfection in the chaos.
Watching a movie on a Sunday afternoon in our pjs while the kids jump from one chair to the next or while we eat too much ice cream and chocolate, ignoring the washing and the homework and the dirty dishes. It is perfection in the chaos.
Taking everyone to Burger King (or anywhere) feels like herding deaf sheep but the memories we create are just another example of perfection in the chaos.
Our life is perfect. It is perfect for us.
We run late, my children often are without shoes. Emma refuses to let a brush near her hair. I spent my 40th birthday building Lego and taking orders from my 6 year old. My teens roll their eyes at me daily. When Jane isn’t here I don’t clean. I forget more school event days than I remember. My 4 year old still co-sleeps.
It sounds like I don’t have my sh*t together and my kids run wild. The truth is I do have my sh*t together and my kids possibly do run wild but they do it politely. It’s just that it doesn’t look like that elusive picture of perfection someone said we need to strive for and I am completely ok with that.
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