There is an article going around meant to encourage Mommas not to strive for perfection in their homemaking. I’m all for not comparing myself to others, but the thing that got me about this article is it’s about me.
I am a stay at home mom. I make
all most of our meals from scratch. I cloth diaper. Craft. Read my kids hidden gems not commonly found at our public library. We source nutrient-dense food and try to get outside on a daily basis. I “keep [my] kids away from corn syrup and bullies and industrially farmed beef while introducing them to chapter books and charcoal drawings…” if you will. Is it exhausting at times? You betcha, but I thrive on this. Let me be clear as a bell. I don’t do these things for the approval of others. I do it because it’s what I believe in. I believe we pay the farmer now or the doctor later. I believe that daily time outside is crucial to the health of my child(ren). I’ve experienced the (literal) pains of a Standard American Diet. I’ve seen the life and exuberance come from reading a living book and digging in the dirt. I see the uncoiling of anxious nerves when we sit down and paint together. And before I hear the pitter-patter of these little feet that fill this house, I love sitting down with the One who brings life to my weary bones.
I look at my homemaking as a “return to the land” process. To me, it’s simplicity in a consumerist society. A Less-is-More process. It takes a lot of time. Cooking from scratch, open-ended toys, time outside, time at home is simplifying. Sure it takes more time than plopping the kiddos in front of the TV and serving them chicken fingers I bought from the drive-thru, but if we do these things together, if my children learn to be stewards of their resources, if we make memories in the simplicity of this all, then it’s worth it.
And if I’m not feeling it, the kids eat a pizza. The sewing machine hides in the closet. We eat conventional meat. We stay inside and watch Monsters University. We eat off of paper plates and put the baby in disposable diapers. Laundry piles up. Yes, this happens quite frequently and it is a treat to us all.
The thing is we need to stop comparing ourselves to other moms and start doing what we believe in. Do what brings life to your home.
Just to show what real life looks like around these parts.
I’ve been there Desperate Mom. I’ve compared myself to Moms on the other side–Moms who are able to strive for beauty in their homemaking. You’re not there. That’s okay. Rest in today. You’ll find your groove someday. And Momma, if you’re feeling inadequate stop reading blogs, stop looking at Pinterest for a bit, and steep your weary soul in the Gospel. You are inadequate, you are flawed, but you are more loved and welcomed than you ever dared hope.