Being a wife and mother is a beautiful thing and I wouldn’t give it up for the world. At the same time those two are probably the most frustration-causing, nervous breakdown inducing, under appreciated and difficult hats a woman has to wear.
It may sound trite to say that only a mother can understand the frustrations of another mother, but it’s true enough.
In most families and cultures mothers are expected to be amazing cooks, great housekeepers, have perfect and well behaved children, always be smiling and manage to achieve all of this without getting a wrinkle in their dress or a hair out of place.
Sure there might be women out there who can achieve all that and more but for the majority of us, achieving even a fraction of this is a constant battle that can often reduce us to tears.
It’s not just society though that places these unrealistic expectations on us, we do a lot of it to ourselves. We see these beautiful people on our TV screens and magazine covers and beat ourselves up over not looking like that, even though we know a lot of it is makeup and Photoshop magic. We go to a friends immaculately clean house and feel guilty about that cluttered living room we haven’t vacuumed in 3 days, not realizing that our friends living room probably looked just like ours a few hours ago. We see well behaved kids in a restaurant and blush over our wailing baby, not having seen those ‘well behaved kids’ throw a tantrum at the mall earlier.
I think it’s time we cut ourselves some slack and stop trying to attain a standard of perfection that only exists on billboards. Its time we stop mistaking Facebook updates and Instagram pictures for our friends daily lives instead of realizing that we all only share our most photogenic moments online and those are not us 100% of the time. It’s time we stopped judging others based on a set of ideals that we ourselves are far from achieving.
No one is perfect and it’s time we stopped thinking others are while berating ourselves for our imperfections.