Today I was reminded of how motherhood has changed my life, especially my perfectionist personality. I was out for a fabulous lunch date with my mother and daughters but was a little hesitant to go out. I have been going on very little sleep, lately. My preschooler has recently started having nightmares on most evenings. In addition, I am currently 30 weeks pregnant and up to go to the bathroom a few times each night. In short, I am completely drained and tired.
While we were out for our lunch, I needed to take my youngest daughter to go to the bathroom. During this process I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was a little startled at how I looked. I noticed that the big dangly earrings were severely mismatched. In addition, my nice pregnancy shirt was wrinkled beyond belief! Now, if this had been me in the mirror before children, I would have been horrified and, possibly in tears. However, now that I am mother I simply just laughed out loud, held my head high and strutted out of the bathroom while holding my daughter’s hand. This is me now, a mother. Being imperfect can sometimes make you the perfect mother. It doesn’t matter to my children if I wear wrinkly clothes or wear mismatching apparel. It is my job to make them feel loved and important. It reminds me of my favourite quote: