I don’t have time to read other blog posts (I don’t even have freaking time to go back and read my own), but I do see a lot of social media posts with parents confessions to their “imperfections.”  I think I’ve even written about my own s*** as a mom.  In fact, let me admit that the other night I totally lost it.  So, when I went to wake up my son the next morning, I kissed his forehead and said, “Sorry I was such an ass last night.”  He opened his eyes and said to me, “That’s ok Mom.  Sometimes I’m an ass too.”  Life.

Heck, I’ll even confesses to personal imperfections – like eating in the middle of the night, peeing without remembering to close the door and … (maybe I better stop there!) 🙂

But here’s what I’ve come to realize:  There is no such thing as the perfect parent and yet, we’re all perfect parents.  Allow me about 250 more words to explain:

For my kids – my constant crying about the world’s pain, the burnt popcorn at 9:30 p.m., the “importance” I place on values, school work and being the best person you can be — well, these “flaws” are seen as just “mom.”

I can’t tell you how many time’s I’ve heard my kids say to their friends, “Yup, that’s just my mom. She’s likely to hug you every time you come in the door or she sees you in public. Sorry dude.”   Or, “Mom, we’d rather you go out for a run than stay in the house and try to cook for us.  We can make our own food and it’ll be much calmer if you go run.”

I may not be perfect, but to them, my flaws are “just mom” and I’m perfect for them.

There is no such thing as superman/woman.  We can’t do it all – and we shouldn’t even try.  Have no clean socks or underwear?  Maybe you, my child, should do the laundry.  Wish we had more of your favorite food in the cupboard?  Well, when I ask you to come to Target with me, you’ll need to get off your butt and ride along!

Let’s embrace our imperfections and move on to something more interesting – like teaching our kids to load and unload the dishwasher … or how to clean the bathroom floor.  Or, fitting in five minutes of quiet time with a glass of wine.  Now that sounds like perfection!

Enjoy a really nice (imperfect) weekend!