When I was younger, I always had an idea in my head of what my life would be like when I "grew up."
But, sadly enough, those ideas were derived from television shows, things I saw other people doing, or things my mom did that I vowed never to do (haha...turns out when you become a mom, you kind of start understanding why your mom did certain things!).
Let's focus in on my ideas from television shows. Sure, we all know that those are fake, made up, ideally great looking lives. But I guess somewhere in that understanding, it never really clicked with me that it was also unrealistic and unachievable.
You see, I always wanted to be the mom who did everything (and did everything right). I wanted to be the mom who kept her shape post kids (that kind of went out the window after being pregnant with twins!), the mom who cooked dinner and had it ready when dad got home from work, the mom who always had laundry done and put away, the mom who didn't mind if someone just showed up at our house because it's always clean and presentable, the mom who was involved and made the cutest, most unique desserts for the school party, the mom who's cookies tasted the best, the mom who threw beautiful birthday parties for the kids, the mom who had endless amounts of patients with her children, the mom who did all the work at home and pampered her husband when he got home from work...oh my, I guess I could go on forever, but I think I have gotten my point across.
Anyway, that is the mom I have always wanted to be. The Perfect One.
Is it attainable? Is it even realistic?
Let's see...I have been trying to be that mom for over three years now and still do not feel like I am anywhere close.
What is realistic is that moms do run out of patients when the kids are screaming and whining all day, a mom cannot always keep a house spotless because there are kids (and husbands) going behind her dragging stuff out after she puts it up, who cannot always have dinner ready at 5:30 because she forgot an ingredient and has to come up with a new plan or has babies crying because they are starving, who runs out of energy to fold the laundry at the end of a busy day, and who doesn't have enough give in her to pamper her husband at the end of the way she would like.
But even though I know I can't be the ideal mom, I think I'll still try.