
This is not the way I ever saw it.
When I was a child I imagined myself as a mom, as a grown up, I imagined my wedding, my children, my job. Even as a young adult I imagined these things. I saw a force to be reckoned with, but I saw nothing like my mother.
I saw wonderful outfits, and clean organized houses, I saw outings, and teaching, laughter, conversations. I saw delicious timely meals. I saw fabulous, surprising, romantic proposals and anniversaries, and honeymoons. I saw a healthy, happy, cute pregnancy and a completely natural child birth. I saw friends and family full of children the same age as mine, and gatherings and BBQ. I saw pets galore and backyards with plenty of space.
Needless to say it has turned out nothing as I planned and dreamed. But I never dreamed of the depths of true love, I never imagined how easy sacrifice can be. So as each dream, went by and I barely flinched at the difference of reality from dreams.
Except the dream of being SuperMOM, that is the hardest one to let go of. That's the one I struggle with. I allow it to drag me down to depression and despair. Everyone tells me I am a good mom, that I do the best I can.
There is this voice though, that says BS! I know I can't ever be SuperMOM, I know that always being spectacular, clean, organized, endlessly creative, on time, and a fabulous cook is impossible. But I know that if I just push a little harder, that if a drag myself out of this funk, I could be a better mom, a better wife, a better human.
After 3 plus years I haven't managed much consistent improvement. I don't know how much is truth and how much is still dreaming of SuperMOM. I don't know which faults to just accept or change.
Right now I have no drive, no energy, no driving desire. Just self pity, pain, and magical wishes.
With the light at the end of the tunnel becoming farther and farther away. It likes to come just with in reach and tease me with hope, then fly away cackling.

Even my blog is full of sorrow, complaints and self pity. Not at all what I originally planned.
So even though my teeth hurt, my sinuses and allergies are driving me nuts, my job keeps coming and going, we need so many thing and have no money. Even though I want to sleep all alone for days, with only books and blankets for company. I am gonna push through once again.
I am even baking bread today and well that is a start for today :)
When I was a child I imagined myself as a mom, as a grown up, I imagined my wedding, my children, my job. Even as a young adult I imagined these things. I saw a force to be reckoned with, but I saw nothing like my mother.
I saw wonderful outfits, and clean organized houses, I saw outings, and teaching, laughter, conversations. I saw delicious timely meals. I saw fabulous, surprising, romantic proposals and anniversaries, and honeymoons. I saw a healthy, happy, cute pregnancy and a completely natural child birth. I saw friends and family full of children the same age as mine, and gatherings and BBQ. I saw pets galore and backyards with plenty of space.
Needless to say it has turned out nothing as I planned and dreamed. But I never dreamed of the depths of true love, I never imagined how easy sacrifice can be. So as each dream, went by and I barely flinched at the difference of reality from dreams.
Except the dream of being SuperMOM, that is the hardest one to let go of. That's the one I struggle with. I allow it to drag me down to depression and despair. Everyone tells me I am a good mom, that I do the best I can.
There is this voice though, that says BS! I know I can't ever be SuperMOM, I know that always being spectacular, clean, organized, endlessly creative, on time, and a fabulous cook is impossible. But I know that if I just push a little harder, that if a drag myself out of this funk, I could be a better mom, a better wife, a better human.
After 3 plus years I haven't managed much consistent improvement. I don't know how much is truth and how much is still dreaming of SuperMOM. I don't know which faults to just accept or change.
Right now I have no drive, no energy, no driving desire. Just self pity, pain, and magical wishes.
With the light at the end of the tunnel becoming farther and farther away. It likes to come just with in reach and tease me with hope, then fly away cackling.

Even my blog is full of sorrow, complaints and self pity. Not at all what I originally planned.
So even though my teeth hurt, my sinuses and allergies are driving me nuts, my job keeps coming and going, we need so many thing and have no money. Even though I want to sleep all alone for days, with only books and blankets for company. I am gonna push through once again.
I am even baking bread today and well that is a start for today :)
