This pretty much explains my life.The funny thing about the word “perfect” is that God’s version of perfect is totally different than your own. Loosing mom has made me realize that you have to be open to other perspectives of perfect! I never thought that I would say my life is perfect without mom in it….but, it is perfectly imperfect! Have my life experiences made me a perfect mom, a perfect wife, friend and person? In a nutshell, here is my answer:
NO! I am an unspontaneous, neat freak that despises grocery shopping and refuses to unload the dishwasher. I do bad things in front of my son…like cuss, burp louder than a caveman, watch Jersey Shore, booty dance to Beyonce, and much more. I don’t read enough to him, I let him watch TV. I use sugar cookies to make him be quiet in certain situations. I’m not a good driver. I overreact to little things and totally under react when he hurts himself by telling him to shake it off, even when there’s blood! I have way too much energy and rarely let myself enjoy a nice quiet day at home. I take on too much, I’m sarcastic, I’m bossy, I’m impatient, I’m a compulsive list maker, I’m an over planner, and an over organizer.
You see, going through the experiences with mom has made me realize that your perfections lie within your imperfections! I embrace my quirky imperfections, and I am simply myself! Being myself has given me the opportunity to live my perfectly imperfect life to the fullest! Mistakes are made, bad days occur, frustrating times are there….but your “perfect” is amidst all the mess if you just choose to see it!
Loosing mom was my worst nightmare, but through it all…I have found myself! I have found the purpose of my perfectly imperfect life!
