One of the things I have been struggling with lately is my desire to "Do it All."
The Internet has definitely contributed to this desire because the competition between women is fierce these days. If we aren't sewing a one-of-a-kind Sophia the First costume with eco-friendly organic cotton, then we are in the kitchen making homemade granola and gluten-free brownies.
And if sewing and cooking aren't our things, odds are we are sacrificing precious hours of sleep doing some DIY project in our garage or rubber stamping and embossing the shit out of some homemade "Thank You" cards.
And if all that isn't enough...we are spending HOURS on Pinterest and watching countless YouTube videos on "How to Pretzel Tie a Scarf" and give ourselves those glamorous beach waves.
So now...thanks to the Internet...not only do we need to know how to make "clean" tacos and turn an old picture frame into a chalkboard, but we have to do it wearing colored skinny jeans and a perfectly mastered sock bun.
And I am just as guilty as anyone else for trying to be all these things. I am CERTAIN that there have been countless times when someone has read my blog and said, "That bitch. Where the hell does she find time to make all those stupid printables?"
And the truth is, I most likely gave up sleep that night to make them. I always regret doing that, especially when I am walking around like a zombie the next day. But the thing is...when I share my crafts online, I almost always get a frantic email from some Mom saying, "JEN!!! You saved me today with this printable. Thank You!" And then of course I am compelled to stay up the next night preparing for the next holiday.
I like helping people. I like sharing crafts and ideas and getting excited about them. I like making checklists for all the other wanna-be-organized junkies out there like me. I like talking about running and fitness and getting others motivated. I like making new friends and keeping in touch with old ones. I like talking about my kiddies and sharing lots of pictures and funny stories. I LOVE the Internet for so many reasons...
But I also despise it, especially when I find myself begging two crying children to give me 5 more minutes to finish posting some Pinterest-worthy picture of the soup I made for dinner the night before.
WHO. FREAKING. CARES.
Is the picture of my soup worth the 30 minutes I could have spent playing in the snow with my kids?
Does anyone care if I didn't get around to beach waving my hair or putting on a perfectly styled outfit today?
Double Hell no.
Does anyone care that I BOUGHT the cookies I contributed to Addie's class party this week?
Triple Hell no.
But some days I care and that makes me sad. I don't want to care about that stuff. I really, really don't. I want to be able to let things go and not care about doing it all or being it all. All that stuff doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things.
But do you know what does matter?
And you know what's more important than taking a picture of my soup?
And you know what's more important than planning my outfit and styling my hair?
Helping this girl plan her outfit and style her hair.
These years are going by WAY too fast!! My baby girl turns FIVE next week and before I know it, this little guy will be driving a real car (God help me).
There is going to come a day when these two will be way too busy and way too cool to spend a day with Mom and Dad at Cabellas looking at stuffed animals.
These moments are priceless and I want to make the most of them.
I just need to remember that anytime I feel overwhelmed by the pressure of Mommyhood these days, I just need to turn to these two peanuts for guidance. They will show me in one silly laugh or one precious hug that I am the best Mommy in the world. And in the end...their opinions are the only ones that matter :-)