I read this article on my BBC app the other day and I can't get it out of my mind. The article is about how moms lie about all kinds of stuff in an effort to look like their idea of a perfect mom, like how they spend their time when their kids are at school, how much screen time their kids have and how they discipline.
I hate lying.
I really hate judging.
Which is why moms feel the need to lie. What is it about the mommy competition? Why do mom's feel the need to one-up each other. Or to make another mom feel inferior?
I remember being a new mom and playing this game a lot. NO MORE! There is nothing like having a kid to make you realize how much you don't know. I know I was a much better parent before I had kids.
So, in the spirit of honesty and smashing the competitive mommy nastiness, here are some truths about me and my less than perfect life.
1. My bedroom, the laundry room and a couple of closets throughout the house are embarrassingly junky. Sure, you might come over and find the middle level picked up (I am trying to teach my children some kinds of responsibility) but don't open my bedroom door. Really.
2. Sometimes I tell my kids to wait because I'm typing, reading or doing something on the computer. I don't want them to think that they aren't important but sometimes I fail at showing it.
3. Sometimes I yell at my kids. Even though it was my New Year's Resolution to stop yelling. Sometimes when no one is looking except for God and the kids, I fail.
4. Now that my kids are allowed to pick out their own clothes, sometimes I'm embarrassed by how they look. I know this is an image management problem that I need to deal with. On those days I still find the need to say, "Oh, we let her pick out her own clothes." So that people will think positive things about our parenting and how we allow our children to be creative, instead of thinking that I don't know that striped brown and pink pants don't match a red and blue plaid shirt. On Church days I don't let them pick.
5. I reward my children with food and screen time. Even though I know it's not healthy. It works.
Those are my five confessions of the day. There are so many, many more. I am NOT a perfect woman, mother, wife or friend. I have lots of friends that aren't perfect either. Not only is that not a shocker, it's why I love them. I don't think I could handle being friends with a perfect person.