When I started following blogs a few years ago, I quickly became over-inspired by all the lovely stories of stay-at-home moms practicing “simple living”. You know the ones. The blogs where “super mom” exists…she cooks from scratch everyday with food from her own garden; makes her own clothes (and those of her children); is active in her community; has time to devote to her yoga practice or her knitting; raises (and most likely homeschools) creative, spirited and loving children; has a weekly date night with her husband and her home is the bustling, warm and shining beacon of all that is simple and handmade.
After many months of being inspired and dazzled, I soon began to feel inadequate and admittedly jealous. I looked at the piles of unfolded laundry, the dirty floors, the papers piling up on the desk…and just what was I going to make for dinner tonight? I wanted to know how in the WORLD do these women do it? What do they know that I don’t? Is homemaking just not my thing? Maybe I was just on the short side of the learning curve.
I went on blog hiatus for a short time and stopped comparing myself to all these other women. I started to look at the things I do accomplish in the day as opposed to those I don’t. I started to realize that I am on a learning curve, that a lot of what makes up our day is all about learning. I’m new to gardening…so much of it is still so foreign to this girl who spent most of her adult life in the city. I am teaching myself to sew and crochet more complex things by checking out library books and watching tutorials on youtube. Cooking…I love to do it, but so much of it does not come natural to me and I am often nose-deep into a cookbook for guidance. Creative time with the kids…I always feel like I could be doing a better job of branching outside of my comfort zone. Yet, I am mindful of all of this and each day I learn to let go a little bit more and take the time to be present in the moment, no matter how imperfect it may be. As mothers and homemakers, I feel that we need to support each other and congratulate more often; celebrate and be proud of what we accomplish at the end of our days, for it is a mighty task!!!
So with that, I want to assure you all that my days are not made up of perfectly baked muffins, a clean and organized house and completed craft projects. My days are often as imperfect as can be…like finding the banana peel Levi left in our bed from his morning snack or the fact that some days he’s still in his pyjamas at noon playing dress-up with my lipstick. Calvin is learning to eat crackers off the floor from his older brother, and he just loves to wash his hair with sticky, blueberry covered fingers. As for my studio…it recently looks like a bomb exploded in it as I try to rearrange and sort through material and tools to get better organized.
On this blog I want to share with people all the creative and positive, funny and touching things that transpire in our lives…to focus on the “good stuff”. But rest assured, for every seemingly “perfect” looking moment you may see here, there are a hundred more that are just as imperfect as they come.
I’d have it no other way.