Foster’s Faith Filled Friday
Welcome to
Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and Foster’s Faith-Filled Friday, a series written
by a young single mom in the journey of life!
Learning to be a “good enough” mom…
Does that phrase “good enough” sound
terrible to you? Please let me explain.
Being a “good enough” mother does not mean loving my children one
bit less. Instead, it allows them to grow, mature, and become independent,
characteristics necessary for them to live a successful life. Understanding
this concept really took the pressure off me.
It is one week before my sons 4th birthday and I
find myself almost ready to pull my hair out wanting to make his party the best
construction-themed birthday party he’s ever had! You know, one of those
Pinterest parties which you imagine it turning out like…until you realize the
amount of work it is! L
Working Monday-Friday 8-5pm, then picking my son up to run to the store to get
supplies, decorations and gifts, getting home every night at 8pm has taken a toll on the both of us. We’re tired. I
needed to find rest…
So, I began to change the way I thought about motherhood. Believe
me; this was not easy.
Luckily,
before my week unraveled any further, I had a life-changing realization:
Feeling inadequate is not easy. And again, I realize how
insignificant the details of this party are to my almost 4 year old. He doesn’t
care about the dessert cards or the over-the-top decorations. You know what he
cares about? His family and friends being there to celebrate with him, feeling
loved and acknowledged.
After that realization, I felt like I could breathe again, I
simply can’t raise my son, work full time and also execute Martha-Stewart
worthy birthday parties. But you know what? That’s okay! Really! I’ve decided
to permanently take off my Super Woman cape. I’m going to cease the super human
expectations, take a breath and focus on the one thing I can do. Sometimes that
one thing is sitting down playing trains with my sweet boy and sometimes that
one thing means putting a movie on and just chilling on the couch.
No, I don’t always float around on a cloud of peaceful acceptance,
not at all. I’m tired. I grieve. I get sad. I pray and reach out to friends.
I’ve simply learned and accepted that I can’t do it all!
If things
were to change, I was the one who had to change, from the inside out.
What was the first step in reclaiming my balance? I had to kick
the whole idea of Supermom to the curb.
Strength and dignity are her
clothing, and she laughs at the time to come. She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. She looks well to the ways of
her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and
call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women have done
excellently, but you surpass them all.”
Learning…
Breanna
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