I've been meaning to write about the topic of "perfection", or, better yet... the "illusion of perfection" for quite a while. I've noticed an increased awareness among my peers, especially all you Mamas and married Ladies out there, that perfection is an illusion. You can't reach it. You can't define it. You might think you see it on other people's Instagram profile and stories. Beautiful Pinterest Boards. Amazing Facebook posts!
What Happens When I Get On The Treadmill In Tears...
The day before was a rough one, too. And despite my consistent attempts to start my mornings with Jesus, my Bible and a colorful pen, I don't always succeed in listening to His "good morning" voice. On the contrary, my week had been a silent culmination of moody days that led to the massive emotional (and hormonal) exchange I had with my children and my husband.
4 Secrets About Motherhood & The Truth That Set Me Free
The mama of a single child.
The mama of twins.
The mama of boys.
The mama of girls.
The new mama.
The seasoned mama.
And every mama in between.