I am an imperfectionist and proud of it. I will often choose the easiest way out or use the simplest solution. But all that doesn’t make me a bad mom. Neither does it make me a bad person.
Because you know what? “The night is dark and full of terrors”, and also “winter is coming”- and if I can do something to make life a little bit easier on myself, I will. And you know what? I may be lazy, clumsy, and don’t know left from right. I struggle with the simplest things. But I don’t mind. Not at all. In fact, these very problems actually help me take care of myself. Ask for help. Choose what is important and what isn’t. Stop comparing myself. Accept that I have limits.
In short, my lack of perfection makes me a better mom and a much better person. It gives me something to laugh about. Maybe my children will never have a perfect mom. But they have a mom who loves them. A mom who can show them that not being perfect is perfectly fine. A mom who lets go of some ideal that she can never reach and instead allows herself to be a real, living breathing human being.
Even though I am lazy, I work hard every day to be a better mom, or a better person. Every day, I learn something new and exciting about myself, my children and life in general. But if there is one thing I will never try, it is to be perfect. I am done with perfect. I prefer to be myself.
If we want to become better at living our lives, then maybe we should strive to be imperfect. Perfection does not exist. But in imperfection lie all the wonderful qualities that make us human, genuine and real.