This morning I was dropping my daughter off at Summer camp. As I was leaving, 2 other Mom’s were dropping their kids off. The Mom to my right got out of her car, heel first. And I mean, High Heel first. The kind of heel that you belly laugh at when you see videos of girl’s baby deer walking in them as you scroll through Facebook. After I stopped looking at her ridiculously high heel, I immediately noticed her gorgeous Navy dress with delicate floral details, perfectly curled hair, and makeup on point. YOU GO MOM IN THE HEELS!
To my left, the other mom was walking around the other side of her car closest to me, obviously noticing the Mom with the Heels. You could tell she had given her an extended look, before she opened the door and her brood started barreling out. This mom had on sandals, yoga pants, a tee, and a messy bun.
I related a lot to this mom as far as appearance goes.
My thoughts as I drove away was the comparison. Messy Bun Mom was comparing herself to High Heels Mom. I am SO guilty of this.
We see someone we WISH we were like so badly. The Pinterest Moms who throw elaborately detailed parties. The Mom who can buy the best of the best for their kid. The Mom who has the patience to be a stay at home Mom. The Mom who can teach their kids a sport and follow through with practicing at home. The Mom who has the flexibility to take their kids to extracurricular activities, and still maintain a social life. The Mom who gets to go to work and help support their family financially. The Mom who wishes she weren’t so exhausted to get up early and go to Church on Sunday. The Mom who isn’t late for anything, let alone everything. The Mom who wishes she had an adult to talk to. The Mom who wishes she didn’t feel like a single parent because her spouse works overnights, or alternating shifts. The Single Mom who wishes she had someone to share her parenting job with. The Mom who wishes she had a minute to herself to take a shower, or pamper herself.
We all compare ourselves to other people’s lives and beat ourselves up when looking at that things we feel like we are failing.
I have accepted that I am Messy Bun Mom. I have accepted that I am not meant to be a stay at home Mom, and that with my husbands schedule I am doing most of the running around for the kids. So, go ahead and admire the Mom in the heels, she ROCKS. But SO DO YOU! You got those kids ready this morning, you made sure they were fed, and ready to go. You got them safely where they needed to be, and you are looking good in that messy bun, girl!
