Oh I had this image of the mama I wanted to be.
The clean house, cake making, hug giving kind of mama.
My children were going to grow up safe, secure ready to take on the world.
I didn’t prepare for disability
I didn’t prepare for loss.
I didn’t prepare for life.
How can I expect them to be ok?
Who is actually ever ok?
Does ok really exist?
We are a world full of rising mental health issues.
Where are we going wrong?
This is what the media wants us all to believe.
You have to be perfect.
From the perfect new born mother with linen wipes and organic baby food.
To the teenager starving to fit in the new fashions,
We cannot be perfect
No one can
But that does not stop the world trying make us believe otherwise.
I am a messy mother.
I mess up.
I shout, I scream, I forget to wash sports kit or sign permission slips.
I lose my patience when I’m tired and crave some peace and quiet.
My husband is a messy father
He forgets to listen properly and is surprised when they kick off.
He laughs at boy troubles not in mirth but in ignorance.
Scared that they are growing up.
Then my girls
They are the most perfect imperfect children alive and i love them for it.
From the stroppy tantrums to the banging of the doors.
From the constant arguing to the solitary against the parents.
The demanding of attention to the leave me alone moods.
They are messy
and thats perfectly ok.
Life is a constant lesson
Each day brings with it a new piece of knowledge and new understanding.
Yet how can you learn if you know everything?
How can you form if you are already perfect?
It’s time we ignored who others wish us to be.
Turn off the televisions and leave the magazines on the shelves.
Lets grow into who we wish to be not what is expected by others.
Let us all be beautifully imperfect
Lets all be messy
2 thoughts on “Messy”
Awesome perception. I always enjoy reading your blog, but this one really stands out.
I love this post Sara, thanks for sharing. Mich x