Got a call from a fabulous friend last night. She lives in Utah and is overwhelmed with the pictures of perfection that she feels dominate those she associates with. She feels out-of-place, and it seems that those who project that image of perfection are, sadly, not helping. She doesn't feel that she has the perfect teeth, the perfect hair, the perfect husband and perfect kids that (supposedly) these people have.
I was happy to give her a reality check. What is your pride when laid on the line for the sake of your friend? It made me think of all of the other mothers out there who might just be feeling the same way. The realities of motherhood (at least as I've experienced them) have so much to do with living and learning through less-than-perfect circumstances. Those who have been sheltered from this experience, I pity you.
Things like, weight gain, stretch marks, smile as well as frown wrinkles, pee figure 8's on boys bedroom floors and hours on your knees with said boys scrubbing said floor, cereal for all three meals of the day, improvised dinners based on what's left in the pantry, broken washers and piles of dirty clothes, piles of clean clothes and dives into them on the mornings when there hasn't been time to neatly fold and put away, thinning hair and bushy eyebrows, unshaved legs, mood swings and being in a bathrobe past noon, best intentions mixed with burnt cookies and kids who come home with F's despite theirs and your best efforts, are what make the kind of women we all aspire to be - real, living, breathing, forgiving, loving, compassionate, gracious women. The kind of women who are perfect because they are plump and huggable, because their hands are gnarled and worn from years of making things work. They are loved by us because they don't pass judgement, because they've been there, and they know how hard it is. I hope to be one of these women someday and I wouldn't trade it in for all the touted superficial perfection in the world. The only perfect person was Christ - and I don't think he cared much about his hair or nails.
In deep love and concern for those who feel out of place because they are living reality, and for those who don't know what really matters (yet) - you are known and loved. We are all in this journey together. Let's be kind.
Now, to share Alex Boye's new Relief Society tribute song, which just happens to go with this topic and which I officially love. Sisters, "we see you". (Click on the link below or on the title above)