I dropped my 8-year-old off at school today, and the last thing that caught my eye was a small tear in the middle of her shirt and her hair in a wild, tangled mess. Our recent, unwelcome visitors—head lice—have put a halt on any semblance of hairbrush usage in our home. A few weeks ago, these pesky critters invaded our school district, gleefully jumping onto any little girl with long hair, leaving every mom in a state of panic.
After a lengthy battle involving intense cleaning and treatment, I still haven’t made it to the store for new grooming supplies. So, here we are—tangled hair and all. Sacrifices, right?
Next, I dropped off my 5-year-old at preschool, who proudly sported wilted magenta and teal feathers in her hair, secured with a pipe cleaner—her own creative design. That’s when I overheard another mom cheerfully announce, “It’s picture day! We’re so excited!” I’ll admit, I was vaguely aware it was picture day, though it had slipped my mind amid the chaos of daily life. Of course, the other mom’s child was perfectly groomed in a stylish outfit, complete with a neat ponytail and a matching bow. Meanwhile, my daughter had a ripped shirt and remnants of chocolate milk dried on her cheek. This is the reality of parenting for me—like stepping on a cornflake with bare feet; chaotic yet somehow manageable. The kids are doing fine—thriving, even—despite the mismatched socks (and believe me, that’s not an exaggeration).
I stumbled upon this draft from five years ago. My girls have since moved past the tangled hair phase (thank goodness), and we haven’t had a head lice scare in a while. Yet, I still find myself to be an imperfect mom—the socks remain mismatched. Just last night, my oldest, now 12, had a meltdown worrying about the future, particularly about leaving home.
I recognized this as a golden opportunity to comfort her and help her see the bright side: that there’s a good chance she would be eager to leave the nest in a few years. But in that moment, I was exhausted. We had a busy weekend, and all I wanted was a moment of quiet to scroll through my phone. Instead of nurturing this opportunity for connection, I kept repeating, “It’s okay, sweetie, it’ll be fine. You don’t need to stress about that. Now, please brush your teeth and get ready for bed.” It was a classic case of wanting five minutes to myself while brushing aside her very real feelings.
I missed the mark—just like I did on picture day. I see moms on social media who seem to have it all together, taking their kids to the park while managing to write blog posts simultaneously. Some moms at school find the time and energy to organize enriching activities like after-school clubs. And there I am, dealing with warning letters about chronic tardiness and trying to fend off my daughter who wants to cuddle but is too prickly and wet from the shower.
I admire those moms, and yes, I feel a twinge of jealousy. But when I think about it, do I really need to meet those standards of perfection every week? Do I need to be available for deep conversations and enriching activities every single time? I once thought that having perfectly brushed hair and wise advice would shield my children from life’s challenges. But I’ve learned otherwise.
As they grow, it becomes clearer that a little imperfection in their home life helps them cope with disappointments outside our walls. We’re all learning together. I’m embracing my flaws, and they’re discovering how to be independent. By the time they leave for the world on their own, they’ll be ready—even if they’re running late and wearing mismatched socks.
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In summary, embracing our imperfections not only helps us grow as parents but also equips our children with the resilience they need in life.
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