I fell into that
familiar social media black hole of gorgeous things and beautiful people, and before I had time to tweet my latest Instagram, I was feeling
particularly small. You know how it goes. Smaller. Uglier. Less fashionable.
Incapable. Totally failing at motherhood.
On Pinterest, I see pretty food that I will
never pull off.
On Facebook, an old friend with
four kids lists all the things crossed off her to-do list. It’s still the
morning. All I've accomplished today is remembering to give the kids their
I look at blog posts and I see gorgeous
pictures of well-decorated homes. They remind me that we've lived here over
two years and the walls are still bare.
And running through
my head the whole time is a quiet rant. “I can't handle this. I am so stressed.
How will I ever get it all done? The kids need to eat. And, look at the crumbs on
the floor! And someone feed the damn dog!”
It goes on like this until I stop myself and
think about what I've learned in my nearly five years as a blogger.
For the most part, life is good here in the
digital age. I love the way we develop community and gain perspective from each
other while also—hopefully—inspiring other mothers with our own
When I am feeling
small I'm forgetting that the mom behind the beautiful homemade meal on Pinterest probably has nights
like mine. You know, the ones where everyone fends for themselves in stages
because we've got soccer or tee-ball or work.
And when someone
shares on Facebook all that she accomplished that day, it's probably because
it's rare and she just wants to feel good about it for awhile longer—and I
totally get that.
One of the reasons I keep coming back are to read and share those messes.
I have to remember
that the beautifully decorated room I see in a blog post doesn't show the rest
of the house.
We all have messes.
One of the reasons I keep coming back are to
read and share those messes. I go beyond the cleaned-up version of myself and my
home, and open the doors to more of myself with the concerns, questions
and sometimes even the raw truth about how hard and scary motherhood can be.