Instantly I disliked her.
OK, that isn't necessarily true. I am sure she is lovely, and her life sounded borderline Mary Poppins meets Mary the Mother of Jesus, but I immediately thought, "Am I supposed to be like this?" Because, let me tell you dear readers...I ain't. Chickens smell really bad, and most of the pictures I take don't make it onto the blog because inevitably one of my boys in in his underpants.
I hope that people who read my blog (both of you) can "see" that I do have a good life. I love the Lord and my family is a joy and delight to me. Being a wife, mother, and homemaker is extremely fulfilling to me most of the time. But I want to be really upfront with you too - neither I nor my life are perfect. Heck, just last week I stood and talked to a karate instructor and later realized I had lipstick on my teeth the whole time. Don't even get me started about the class I took wearing an all white uniform and not even remotely white underpants. (Perhaps I need to spend some time reflecting on this family and underpants...there seems to be a disturbing relationship between the two.)
One of the greatest things that has come with age is the total and complete acceptance that I am not perfect. Perfection isn't even a goal anymore. I can laugh at many of my imperfections, and I pray often about the other ones.
|See? Less real just might be good...|