I’ve been so very blessed to be part of the No More Perfect Mom‘s book launch team. This book is life changing, and I encourage, no I beg, every mother…..every woman to take the time to read Jill’s book.
Today, all of the Hearts at Home bloggers are sharing about how they have come to terms with their imperfect homes. Be sure to stop by Jill’s corner, to find the links to their posts.
The first 5 years of my marriage, I worked outside our home. My children were in daycare while I worked full time.
I “killed” myself those 5 years, striving to be the perfect employee, helpmeet, mother, chef and housekeeper. I gave up sleep as well as food, to ensure my home was perfectly clean and orderly. I was under 100 lbs. and blackouts were happening daily.
I wish I could say that as a stay at home mom, I have it down pat. Yet, I can not.
There is clutter, that comes with having lil blessings. They are more important than a shiny floor, or a beautifully painted wall.
There are days my floors need to be swept, or bedrooms have yet to be tidied. Problem is, my lil blessings don’t stop growing while they wait on me to clean my house to perfection.
Laundry comes from every basket, filling a room, and it will be there still. After I’ve colored a picture of a pony, or played Ninjago.
You see, I’ve begun to see how much time I’ve missed. I prayed for a long time that God would allow me to be a stay at home mom. When He brought it to pass, I wanted to be perfect. I wanted the white picket fence, wrap-a-round porch, rose bushes, beautiful decor, delicious and lovely meals….and I sacrificed time…..time that I can’t get back.
My lil blessings are 10 and 8, in just a few months. I don’t have much time left with them in my home, in my arms.
My house is imperfect, because I’m working on relationships with the perfect-for-me blessings He’s given me.