Aug 7, 201207:44 AMPlain Jane
Because Moms Can't Be Afraid to Tell it Like it is
Weeds (or) temper tantrum
I lost my temper today. I don't do this often, and I hate when it happens. I tried to keep it together. I even walked out of the room. But then … I snapped.
I won’t bore you with the details, but weeding the flower beds strikes me as a parallel to my own blemished existence.
In the garden, I find myself focusing on patches of imperfections and ugliness instead of admiring the flowers before me.
And just as I improve one area, another section gets overrun with weeds.
Maybe mothers and wives are made this way—constantly striving for personal flawlessness in a life chosen and wholly designed for random failure. Or perhaps our greedy quest for perfection improves us somehow, steeling our will against the raging torrent inside our multi-tasking minds. But we are human, aren't we? Why do we feel like we are constantly failing? Why can't we be nicer to ourselves?
I think we need to give ourselves the gift of absolution. So what if I "failed" today and fell short of that ideal me. It's OK, no one on this planet is perfect. I honestly believe all of us need to remind ourselves of this fact daily and concede our fragile humanity. Imagine how great that would feel!
Today, I resolve to try a little harder to celebrate my successes, rather than dwell on my failings. To embrace myself, not as some imaginary, unattainable ideal, but as my children (or my mother) see me. If I could do that, the possibilities would be endless.
I challenge you! Celebrate your successes! And let me know what successes you have with your comments here.