Your kids don’t need a perfect mom, they need a happy mom. How to stop letting perfectionism ruin your motherhood.
Photos courtesy of Courtney Fairchild Photography
Perfectionism can be my strong suit when it comes to business, photography, and executing projects; but when it comes to motherhood, it can get really messy.
In fact, slowly and oh-so-painfully, motherhood has taught me to let go of the picture-perfect vision I so often like to uphold in my mind.
I clearly remember the day I began to unravel. I was sitting on the couch, face in my hands, a figurative white flag looming over my head. Feeling defeated and utterly exhausted from all of my unmet expectations.
The rug that lay before me was scattered with toys, the kitchen sink full of dishes, my once clean floor now tainted with sticky pasta, a chair pulled up to the counter, and cabinet doors left all ajar. And there I sat, in my pajamas at noon—I was a mess and I fit the scene perfectly.
I took a deep breath, wondering what kind of game I was trying to play.
I wanted to have it all together (really I did), but on this particular day I just couldn’t. The perfectionist in me was raging, but something else inside of me was done.
I could hear my children playing happily in the next room.
“Let me check your heartbeat,” I could hear my son say. “Now your eyes, ears, and your blood pwessure too!”
Swish, swish, swish. I could hear him inflating the toy cuff.
What was I doing to myself? I thought.
Each and every day I was trying my hardest to do and be all of the things–so desperately wanting control, but it was always out of reach.
I wanted to be the room mom, the put together mom, the business savvy mom, the mom with the clean house, AND the mom that got a shower before noon. But there just weren’t enough hours in the day.
“Maybe you should come check mommy’s blood pressure.” I decided to call out.
My son came quickly, a huge smile on his face. Wrapping the cuff around my arm, while giving it a few gentle squeezes, he looked into my eyes. I scooped him up and put his cheek next to mine.
It was in that moment that I realized that my kids don’t need a perfect mom, they need a happy mom.
“Being happy doesn’t mean everything is perfect. It means you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections.”
Today was the day I needed to begin adjusting the lens through which I was viewing my world to something more realistic. Because the most important thing of all, is not how everything looks on the outside, but how everything feels on the inside.
How to Stop Letting Perfectionism Ruin Your Motherhood
1. Understand that this is a season.
A messy, but beautiful season. I feel it going fast, and maybe you do to?
Embrace your season for what it is.
Pick out moments of beauty in the messiness, and know that it will eventually pass. We only get a certain amount of time with our children, so although the days feel long, the years may blur into something that in the end, felt wistfully short.
2. Know that you CAN and should control a few things.
Everyone needs a tangible amount of control.
Can you select a few manageable areas to keep in check?
Maybe it’s a clean and organized purse, making your bed each day, or thirty minutes of Netflix each night—no matter what. Choose what matters to you, and let those things be a predictable source of stability in your life.
You can’t control everything, but you can control a few things.
3. Adopt a “good enough” mentality.
Chicken nuggets will do when you forgot to plan for dinner. Hair in a bun. Yoga pants. Those will do too.
What can you call “good enough” on today?
In her book, The Happiness Project, author Gretchen Rubin explains this:
“A twenty-minute walk that I do is better than the four-mile run that I don’t do…The dinner party of take-out Chinese food is better than the elegant dinner that I never host.”
Doing something is better than nothing.
4. Realize this.
Perfectionism keeps us from living fully present in our lives. When we are comparing and aiming for perfection, we are always thinking about what we can do next, and how we can be better. But that’s robbing us of precious moments, and we’re missing the beauty of a messy, yet authentic life.
The pursuit of perfection is also an all or nothing game. Just like my day of surrender, it tells us that if we’re not doing our absolute best, we shouldn’t try at all. There’s just no winning!
Maybe we can start letting go of perfect and give ourselves credit for simply doing our best.
I have learned that there is no FUN in perfection.
Diane says
I loved reading this. I saw myself so much in your post.
Trish Tharp says
Our son is the stay at home mom of 2 yr old and 4 yr old boys ….the stresses he feels are even more magnified I think because of his perception of how things are “suppose” to be…. wish there were some dads doing the same that could share on blogs ….. let me know plz if you know of some. He is in Austin Texas ….and seems it’s a growing trend there for the guys and gals to switch roles. But it is difficult and stressful even tho he tried to be fun …any advice is welcome
Nikki says
Hey there my husband is a ‘stay at home dad’ to our now 7yr old. He has been doing this for about 4yrs now.
I have to say it’s tough on me not being able to be home with him at all times. But I think it is good for them both. It definitely takes a toll on his patients a lot but he wouldn’t want it any other way. We are in Peoria, AZ.
Hope this helps xo
Kirstin says
Sooo good!
Fariha says
I really needed this. I’m a new mom and I’ve had those “in my PJs at noon” moments where I look around and don’t know where to begin with my list of things to do. Even though I have just one child, it gets tiring sometimes and I forget to take it step by step.
Thanks for posting such a beautiful, thoughtful reminder to take it slow.
Fariha | http://blog.farihawajid.com
Suzanne says
Reading this was the perfect time, as I had my melt down crying moment last night.
As I think if I keep the path I’m on I only see self destruction and family unit destruction.
Amanda says
What a wonderful post and message. Thanks for writing this <3
Jhona says
So relatable.. I also have 4 kids and it can quite put a toll on me sometimes. Thank you for this beautiful reminder.