I am wondering when I decided to try and become Martha freaking Stewart/ June Cleaver/Carol Brady – ISH?!
When I decided I was going to try to be so “together” and make all of these fabulous plans, cook these fabulous meals and do all of this adult stuff with “style”. What the hell am I thinking?!
I AM FABULOUSLY GRACELESS!
I try to try but as my good friend says, and I concur, “That totally smacks of effort!”
I am just a “normal” (ok maybe not normal normal but somewhere maybe within 1000 miles of there) female, mother, daughter, sister, friend, human who works daily, often times moment to moment to get through this thing we call life.
Sometime after I had my boy, at the ripe “advanced maternal age” – a term I am willing to throat punch over – of 39, it was like I caught a virus of how I needed to handle moving onward with my life now that I had someone I was also responsible for and sending out into the world.
I wanted to make sure my boy’s life experience was as fun and educational, obviously filled with love which is perhaps the easiest part and no brainer, as possible.
I have OCD and accept it. I work to make it more balancing than having it control me. I try to always have “a plan”.
The first year of parenthood was awe inspiring and also something out of one of the seventh rings of hell.
My routines, logic and plans were quickly tossed out the side window in order to make room for this creature who had captured my soul the minute I found out I was pregnant but who had tossed the my existence into some crazed notion of a life I had no idea how to navigate through at times.
I think it’s fair to say every first time parent has pre-conceived notions of how they will raise their children, handles situations and how life will flow along.
I think it’s also fair to say many times that idea is full of a big old diaper of the worst poo imaginable.
I guess I have always done my marching to some random garbled beat in my own mind.
I have my oddities and own side effects, some I am working on and others I chose to keep because they are just the core of who I am.
To say my life has not gone “as planned” is a gross understatement of massive proportions.
Not to say I don’t love my life. I truly do.
That’s the crazy part.
I saw life before and after having a kid as one way.
I learned before I even had him, life did not always go as planned. Sometimes it went very poorly and how you chose to handle it makes all the difference in the world. So I would modify my flow.
After the boy came bouncing into My world, everything I knew turned upside down. From my hospital stay, to the first years, to the “un-coupling” of his dad and myself, Life freaking Changed.
This did not, however, change the file in my brain that I needed to strive to be more like the mythical TV, movie and reality moms. You know the ones that have it all?
Still having themselves, the job, the kid, the organized house and schedules with all the fluff.
And I just snorted laughing at reading that sentence because no matter how much that particular file in my brain wants and strives to be “that perfect” I Know it won’t ever happen!!
I am very okay with that!
I went from the free-spirit, flexible, OCD, semi-organized life to one where I am responsible for another human and my schedule and plans are somewhat regimented.
I am still a free-spirit and still flexible. I’ve had to work hard on my OCD and organized is all relative in how one’s perspective is!
Still the BEST part is The Boy.
I’ve had a lot of “accomplishments” and proud moments in my life, but having my son is the absolute, hands down, most fabulously amazing creation and contribution to this planet I could have ever even hoped to offer.
So yeah, I may look a hot mess, I may not have everything as organized in my home as it “should be”, but I can guarantee my boy is happy and well-adjusted and learning to roll with the punches and accept folk for who they are. He is learning the meaning and value of doing as you say and how to treat others. He is learning while he is the top of my world, in life everyone matters and deserves respect.
He is most definitely loved by many. My love for him and the miracle that he is cannot even be articulated well because it is too vast and made up of things I didn’t know existed before him.
As for me, well I am not completely giving up the ghost of Martha, June, Carol and the other mamas, but for now, I am me.
I will take a line or page or two from them when I can but in the end, I have to say, I think I am doing alright!
I hope that you are doing alright too!
Have a Fabulous Wednesday from the Queen of Gracelessness!