Work overwhelms me, body and soul. Paperwork, deadlines, being stretched too thin. All of it. At home, brother needs his paper typed, sister is readying to head back to school, bff has ventured into a new business and needs my support and attention. Supper must be cooked, clothes washed, a house cleaned. Puppy has conjunctivitis and a virus. I’m suffocating, drowning in the need to be everyone’s everything. There’s this need to be perfect – the perfect mother, the perfect wife, the perfect teacher, the perfect homemaker, the perfect friend, the perfect Christian.
I’m failing in most of those areas.
I remember a sign I saw at school. Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful.
I’ll never be the perfect anything, not ever. All I can do is try…and look…and appreciate.
Work overwhelms me…but the students make me smile. Brother wrote the best paper he’s ever written about his hero – his dad. It made me cry…it made his daddy cry, too. Sister is rocking on through college, making me so proud each and every day. The bff (husband) may have finally found the perfect business for him, a place to call his own and be himself. Food keeps us nourished. Clean clothes keep us warm. The house keeps us sheltered. Puppy hasn’t puked today and looks at me as if I am an angel. I may feel like I’m drowning but still I manage to swim and pull myself to shore. That’s where I stand up, shake off the weight of life, and forget being perfect. Instead, I do my very best, and to all the people who love me, that is enough.