I can be very hard on myself when I mess up or make mistakes. I know I’m not perfect, but it can be hard for me to swallow embarrassment or moments that I call “failures.”
I try to do my best. My best at being a mom. A wife. And a woman. I try to keep my home in order, so struggle when someone runs out of underwear and I’m behind on laundry. I try to be involved in my kids’ lives, so feel disappointed when they don’t want me there or I can’t be there.
Moms – can you relate?
But I’m learning. I’m learning that trying to be ALL to everyone is futile. It’s frazzling.
No one is perfect. Certainly not me. Not those celebrity moms who are back to their pre-baby weight a week after birth. No one.
It’s good to hold ourselves to certain standards. But some standards are too far out of reach. It’s impossible to go through life and not fail at some point. If we can allow ourselves the freedom to make mistakes from time to time, and fail at things along the way – oh – how liberating!
We will gain so much more out of our journeys by learning to ask for help occasionally, and giving ourselves that freedom to not be perfect, than we will ever gain by stressing ourselves out trying to be something or someone we’re not.
Our families’ will be able to enjoy our presence more, as well as relax more. We will be happier as we learn to laugh at the missteps, and grow and become better from the learned lessons.
Failure may seem like a bad word. But it can be a stepping-stone to better things in our lives if we aren’t so afraid of it.
That’s how you grow.