I think women tend to compare themselves to each other (more than men). We're told not to it, we tell ourselves not to do it, we usually feel crummy when we do, but we still do it. The little voices at my house have told me multiple times the last few months, "I don't like you!" or "You're a meanie!" or "you're not my friend anymore." (I finally cracked on that last one a few weeks ago and said, "Well, I'm not your friend, I'm your mom." I followed it up with a hug once we all calmed down.)
When I hear those little words I sadly think, "I'm not good enough. I'm a horrible mother!" or "I bet so-and-so's kids never say that." I know better. I am good enough, I'm a good enough mom and so-and-so's kids DO say that...she told me so last week. I think Satan does his best to surround us with little creepers that tell us we're not good enough. Most tv shows and ads tell us we should look, dress, dance, spend money, etc. like someone else. What's wrong with being who we are?
When we were in a married student ward I was talking with a sister and she told me she always wanted to develop her own business and have all sorts of success. She never really wanted to marry and have kids. And yet, there she was, a wife and mother of two sweet boys. And standing there with her, I thought there was something wrong with me because I've never had big dreams of being anything...anything but a mother. She said that now she is a wife and mother she would never trade it.
This is what I always dreamed of having...along with my sweet Brian. I attained my dream and it just keeps getting better. We keep working together and day by day, it gets better.
The lesson I seem to keep having to learn again: if you are doing your best, you are good enough.
The last few months I've been trying my best to start running. I do not like running. I never have. That one mile run in middle school...I didn't like it. There was a time in college when I used to run the stairs for exercise, but I never liked it. The past year I decided I wanted to be in better shape, so I got it in my head, "you could run a race. Seriously, self, you can." So I started running. Sort of.
I felt stupid that I would run for 60 seconds, walk for 90, repeat and the girly next to me was running at 6.5mph for 45 minutes straight. Yeah, I wondered what on earth I was doing. Who was I kidding? I can't run. And then I was reminded to not compare myself to the girl next to me...or the 60 year on the other side jogging his heart out while I tried to run. Ya know, the week before I couldn't do the 60/90 jog/walk. I chose to compare myself to my past self to see improvement.
This past weekend, I ran my race. I couldn't run the WHOLE time, but I finished the race, I didn't kill myself, and I got a better time than I did running at the gym. Now THAT I feel good about. Brian ran with me and stuck by my side the whole time. Oh I love him. Adam and Michael ran races the night before. They both biffed it in the grass, but got up and finished the race. They weren't the fastest. I wasn't the fastest. But we finished the race. We did our very best and we finished.
My lesson learned: try your best and you are good enough. As a mom, I have to remember that as long as I do my best, I'm good enough. Like the boys in the race, I'm going to biff it, but I have to get up and finish the race. Those stinky parts of motherhood, they end. They look miniscule when I remember moments like this:
And those silly faces from my kids help me remember, it's okay. There's a gym that we pass on the way to several destinations in town and the inspiration they had on their sign the last few weeks was a good reminder. "Strive for progress, not perfection." So, dear mommy self, if you're making progress, you're doing perfect. And same applies to you other mommies and daddies, husbands, wives, singles, etc. If you're doing your best, you're making progress and you're doing perfect. Keep on doing your best.
*As I finish this post, I learned that Lillian unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper. And Michael got into mischief, again. We're making progress...not perfection. :)




















