Motherhood must be the toughest and most demanding job in the world and I haven't met one single mom who claims that she has every single area of her life in perfect place.
Mothers or anyone for that matter can probably have everything, but no one can have everything all at once.
All of us will have both good days and bad.
There will be times when my hair is messed up most of the day as I do the house chores, but there will be times when I can look as immaculate as Grace Kelly.
To keep myself presentable, I may settle for a little makeup and allot a few minutes to put my hair in place day in and day out, but that's about it.
The basics are non-negotiable and I will oblige to daily showers and a fresh set of clothes, and that should be sufficient.
My home gets its daily share of cleaning, but I am not too confident or comfortable if anyone walks in unannounced at any time.
Will you agree with me that it's always such an irony why no one ever drops by after you've done a major house clean-up? When everything has been dusted and trimmings are in place, isn't it queer that everybody else seems too busy to visit? But when I'm in the middle of chopping onions for a casserole someone is always at the doorbell; or when I'm comfortable squatting on the bathroom floor ready to do a major job on stained toilet bowls, some friendly kind soul surprises me with chips and sodas in hand for an unscheduled girl-thing bonding moment? I can swear I've explored every available exodus tactic just to excuse myself so I could fix up because I had nothing underneath! These are the horror stories we have to write in this great career called motherhood.
No one is exempt from this, unless you are one lucky heiress wife.
No mother should feel that she is alone - all other mothers out there have had their hair messed up often.
Their homes can turn to jungles and they sometimes miss out the bra.
Rather that sulking at these inherent motherhood blunders, be grateful that you have things to do and you have people around you needing things to be done.
Over and above that, gloat over the fact that you have people around you who demand that you do the job, because nobody else can do it better.
Simply find humor in all the faux pas and you'll end up feeling better that you are able to laugh away those comic motherhood moments.
In your expedition through this great journey called motherhood, have you ever compared yourself to some other mother you perceived as doing a better job than you were? Have you ever found yourself staring at other mothers leisurely shopping at the supermarkets, wondering how they are keeping it all together? How you envied them and chastised yourself for being so inept and disorganized at that instant! All mothers have to stop comparing themselves with others.
Each is fighting her own battle distinct from all the others.
Motherhood must be the toughest job in the world, and not even a lifetime will teach us how to get it perfectly right.
So let's simply consider each task to be done as an opportunity to serve rather than a problem to tackle, allow the occasional slips to amuse rather than infuriate us, and above all take great pride and pleasure in our daily feats, because nobody else can do it all better than we moms do.
Mothers or anyone for that matter can probably have everything, but no one can have everything all at once.
All of us will have both good days and bad.
There will be times when my hair is messed up most of the day as I do the house chores, but there will be times when I can look as immaculate as Grace Kelly.
To keep myself presentable, I may settle for a little makeup and allot a few minutes to put my hair in place day in and day out, but that's about it.
The basics are non-negotiable and I will oblige to daily showers and a fresh set of clothes, and that should be sufficient.
My home gets its daily share of cleaning, but I am not too confident or comfortable if anyone walks in unannounced at any time.
Will you agree with me that it's always such an irony why no one ever drops by after you've done a major house clean-up? When everything has been dusted and trimmings are in place, isn't it queer that everybody else seems too busy to visit? But when I'm in the middle of chopping onions for a casserole someone is always at the doorbell; or when I'm comfortable squatting on the bathroom floor ready to do a major job on stained toilet bowls, some friendly kind soul surprises me with chips and sodas in hand for an unscheduled girl-thing bonding moment? I can swear I've explored every available exodus tactic just to excuse myself so I could fix up because I had nothing underneath! These are the horror stories we have to write in this great career called motherhood.
No one is exempt from this, unless you are one lucky heiress wife.
No mother should feel that she is alone - all other mothers out there have had their hair messed up often.
Their homes can turn to jungles and they sometimes miss out the bra.
Rather that sulking at these inherent motherhood blunders, be grateful that you have things to do and you have people around you needing things to be done.
Over and above that, gloat over the fact that you have people around you who demand that you do the job, because nobody else can do it better.
Simply find humor in all the faux pas and you'll end up feeling better that you are able to laugh away those comic motherhood moments.
In your expedition through this great journey called motherhood, have you ever compared yourself to some other mother you perceived as doing a better job than you were? Have you ever found yourself staring at other mothers leisurely shopping at the supermarkets, wondering how they are keeping it all together? How you envied them and chastised yourself for being so inept and disorganized at that instant! All mothers have to stop comparing themselves with others.
Each is fighting her own battle distinct from all the others.
Motherhood must be the toughest job in the world, and not even a lifetime will teach us how to get it perfectly right.
So let's simply consider each task to be done as an opportunity to serve rather than a problem to tackle, allow the occasional slips to amuse rather than infuriate us, and above all take great pride and pleasure in our daily feats, because nobody else can do it all better than we moms do.
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