As I dropped my eight-year-old off at school today, I couldn’t help but notice a small hole in the middle of her shirt and her hair, a chaotic mess of tangles. Our recent battle with head lice has led to a temporary ban on hairbrushes, leaving us with quite a few bad hair days. A few weeks ago, lice invaded our local school district, eagerly latching onto every little girl blessed with long, flowing locks, which sent every mother into a frenzy. After our household underwent a rigorous cleaning process to banish these unwanted guests, I still hadn’t made it to the store for new grooming supplies. So, tangled hair has become a normal sight in our home. Sacrifices must be made, right?
Next, I dropped off my five-year-old at preschool, where she proudly sported wilted magenta and teal feathers in her hair—her own creation, no less—held in place with a pipe cleaner. Just then, I overheard another mom exclaim in a cheerful tone, “It’s picture day! We can’t wait!” I’ll admit, I was vaguely aware of picture day, but my mind was too crowded with distractions. Of course, the mom announcing it had her child impeccably dressed in a perfect outfit, complete with a curly ponytail and a matching bow. Meanwhile, I had one child in class with a ripped shirt and another adorned with feathers and remnants of chocolate milk on her cheek. This chaotic scene is my reality as a parent—it’s akin to stepping on cornflakes barefoot in the kitchen. My kids are alive and seemingly thriving, despite their mismatched socks (which is not an exaggeration).
I uncovered the above reflection in my writing files from five years ago. My daughters have moved past the hair-tangling phase (thank goodness), and we haven’t encountered head lice since (thank you, universe). However, I still consider myself an imperfect mom—those mismatched socks remain a constant. My eldest, now twelve, had a meltdown last night, consumed by worry about the day she might leave home.
In that moment, I recognized the opportunity to comfort her and provide perspective: in reality, there was a high chance she’d be eager to leave our nest in six years. I kept reminding myself of this while trying to take deep breaths, but I was utterly exhausted from a busy weekend. All I wanted was a few moments of silence to scroll through my phone.
Instead of seizing the moment to nurture our bond and instill confidence about the future, I found myself saying, “It’s OK, honey, it’ll be fine. No need to stress about that. Now, please go brush your teeth and get ready for bed,” which translated to “Please just leave me alone for five minutes!” I let the moment slip away, much like I did on picture day.
I often see moms online who seem to juggle motherhood effortlessly. They manage to take their five kids to the park while simultaneously crafting blog posts. There are mothers at our school who have the time and energy to create engaging after-school activities, while I’m over here receiving warnings about chronic tardiness and pushing away the daughter who wants to snuggle because her elbows are too sharp.
I admire (and admittedly envy) those moms who can manage what I sometimes cannot. But do those things truly matter in the grand scheme of my personal life? Must I adhere to a specific set of perfectionist standards each week? Do I have to be available for enriching activities, deep conversations, and cuddles all the time? I once believed that well-groomed hair and perfect advice could shield my children from life’s challenges.
I’ve since changed my perspective. As my children grow, it’s become increasingly clear that a bit of imperfection in their home life equips them to handle disappointments in the outside world. This journey is a shared learning process. I’m embracing my imperfections, and they’re learning to meet their own needs. They can be confident that in six to eight years, when they hopefully embark on their own journeys, they’ll be ready—even if they’re late and wearing mismatched socks.
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In summary, embracing my imperfections as a parent allows my children to learn resilience and adaptability, preparing them for the world ahead.