Since becoming a mom, I’ve wanted to be honest about the realities of motherhood. Actually, I want to be real about the realities of life. I’ve never had a picture perfect life, and I don’t want to pretend I do. I frankly find picture perfect to be a bit boring. That’s not to say I haven’t had a life to feel lucky about. I have.
I have Instagram and Facebook accounts that I use to post about my life. I want to talk about my real life. This might be about writing struggles or writing accomplishments. It might be talking about hard times I’m going through or good times I’m going through. It might be the hard parenting moments or the good ones. I guess I do the same thing in this blog.
I don’t want to show the perfect photo of my son sleeping without admitting that it was probably a fight to get him to sleep, or a fight to do something. Even posing him in a cute outfit is probably something that took a long time to do because getting him dressed is not an easy job. In fact other than meal times, it’s the most frustrating part of mom life at the moment.
He’s cute though. And he knows it. If I only posted the wonderful moments, I may possibly forget that it’s not always easy. I would rather remember it all. We’ve had many struggles, many wins, and many memories.
I don’t want perfect pictures of myself either. I am NOT perfect. I’m perfectly okay being imperfect. I remember a while ago people were posting no make-up selfies. That’s me all the time. If I were to wait to share a photo of myself with perfect hair, perfect outfit, and perfect make-up, it would never happen.
I see some Instagram accounts trying to be real, and I love it. I think in this day and age we need to see that none of us are perfect. We also need to see the imperfections and stop judging. It doesn’t matter what you post, somebody will find a way to shame you for it. It’s unfair, and after seeing it happen in my life and others, I understand why people try to strive for perfection. You don’t get as much negativity with perfection.
Who is going to insult the Mom who is posting photos of her beautiful family, eating healthy meals, and doing activities together all the time? (Don’t worry, somebody will.) I don’t get jealous when I see these. It doesn’t make me feel like a bad mom. I’m proud that these people have their poop together. I do wish they’d show the parts when they don’t. Not everybody is on the ball all the time. It’s an unrealistic expectation, and to shame somebody for being real about the fact that they are not perfect is pretty ridiculous.
I don’t want to be a perfect mom. I want to be a strong mom. I don’t just mean physically. I want to be a mom who can get up from a bad situation, and keep on going. I want to be a mom who knows that I’m not perfect, and am not scared to share it with the world. I want to be happy with who I am.
I am a good mom. This needs to be said more by so many people. Even though my son drives me crazy at times. Even though I can’t get everything done I’d like. Even though my body is not the strongest or the most fit. Even though sometimes I yell.
Even though I am not perfect, I am a good mom.
If I take being a mom out of the equation, I’m still not ever going to be perfect or cool for that matter. I learned a long time ago that I cannot keep trying to be like other people. The only way I will truly be happy with myself is to just be me. I have to be the best version of myself, even if that version keeps changing.
Becoming a stay at home mom made me realise that I have no idea what to do with the rest of my life. I am a writer, but I don’t know if that will ever be a full time career. I have learned that I want to be there for people. I want to let people know that they can do this, perfection or not. Mistakes or not, being real is one way I can show people if I can do it so can they. I will live my best life even if I constantly make mistakes. I don’t want to ever sit in a corner and judge people in real life and social media life. I want to be the person who lifts others up. Whether I know you or not.
You can do this. And you know what? So can I.
That being said, I will continue to over post my real life on Social Media. It’s part of who I am. I’m happy being me, and if I can share a little gratitude that I made it through the day, I’ll do that. There are no guarantees in life, and I’d rather be remembered for being weird as hell than people seeing a picture perfect person with a lie of a picture perfect life. I can only be me, and I can be proud of it.
This being said, I can fully admit I care way too much about what people think. If somebody says something negative to me, I will think about it for days! It’s part of the anxiety, and it’s something I am trying to deal with. Slowly but surely, I will try to live my life, and let people see my faults, even though it scares me. I think that’s part of my posting. It’s all about facing my fears and continuing to be me.
So for now, I’m just going to be me, and try to be proud of it, and try not to care if others don’t agree with who I am.
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