How come it is that as a mother I want to do the very best I can. I want to be there whenever my children need me. I want to be the happy, attentive, fun loving mother. I want to look perfect, be perfect, manage my time perfectly. Oh yeah and balance my checkbook perfectly... and on and on the story goes.
However most of the time I fall short and then I feel bad and then I get grumpy. Then I just want to go back to Maui and sit by the pool and sip fruity drinks. But not really because really there is nothing that I would rather be doing than being the mother of my sweet, darling, witty and wiser than me children. Nothing!
While I desire to be that perfect mother a phrase from a song in Relief Society gave me a little relief from all that crazy "be perfect" self talk. The words were simple... Earnest endeavor. While I am not perfect, nor do I look perfect or act perfect I am earnest in my endeavor to do my best. Some days that is better than others. There you are, tomorrow... more photos of Maui.
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A phrase from that same song stuck out to me: The errand of angels is given to women, and this is a GIFT that as sisters we claim. Usually I associate "errand" with a chore, but what we do on earth really is a gift and a privilege. Keep earnestly endeavoring, sister! I'm right there with you. Okay, probably a few steps behind you, but I am moving in the same general direction. ;)
Earnest endeavor sounds perfect to me. When I have my mommy failures, I just tell myself to try better the next day. Each morning, each day brings new possibilities. :)
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