But sometimes it just doesn't feel real. Aren't their kids ever bratty? Don't they ever let their kids skip baths and sleep in their clothes and eat pb&j sandwiches for breakfast because they are out of milk and eggs? Surely I'm not the only mom who doesn't make sensory tubs and themed lunches and seasonal hearth displays?
I know the truth, though. Everyone else is stumbling through the best they can, just like I am. One reason I know this is because, this weekend, without really meaning to, I started planning one of those fake blog posts in my head. We went on a retreat to a nearby beach this weekend with my coworkers, and I took advantage of the perfect lighting and lovely scenery to take some beautiful pictures of the boys. I was envisioning a post about getting away and how much the boys love the beach and how we need to do this more often. The pictures I was mentally selecting painted just the right picture, and other pictures that didn't fit the theme were passed over.
|Picture I chose: carefree beach boy|
|Picture I passed over: crying because he got splashed by a wave|
|Picture I chose: content and peaceful|
|Picture I passed over: "Up me! Up me"|
|My perfect "Whim, jr" picture of M. Actually, I deleted about 11 pictures of him|
refusing to pose with Papa and finally settled on this. I love it anyway.
People just don't blog the moments that don't paint that perfect picture. And I do understand that. We've all be taught not to air our dirty laundry. And who wants to see pictures of someone else's kids being brats (especially when they've been dealing with their own kids all day.)
But it's real. And I don't have much time to devote to reading fairytales about what parenting would be like if kids were always adorable and patience was limitless. Besides, even though my life isn't perfect, I do get some pretty picture-perfect moments.