In beginning to write about imperfection – about *embracing* it no doubt – I realize that I am going to need LOTS of practice in this arena. And so this is going to be the beginning of a semi-regular series where I open up with you about my imperfect life, in hopes that you will be inspired to courageously do the same in your life, where you live, with your people.
Last week brought ample opportunities to embrace imperfect. Could we start with the diagnosis of pneumonia of one of my daughters the same day I was hosting a baby shower for a dear friend that evening? To embrace imperfect last Tuesday meant saying “yes” to the offers of help. And so Jennifer brought over the fishing line I needed to hang the paper lanterns; Laura contributed a gorgeous hand-designed floral arrangement; Emily brought pimiento cheese sandwiches, and Liz came over early with Kelly to set up what we needed; and (thankfully) the Disney Movie Club orders arrived in the middle of the day. [Note: they are not paying me to promote them, but could I just tell you that this might be the best $12.95 you’ll ever spend while you have preschool kids who will be sick and the only way they’ll rest will be in front of the television?] And my husband took another one for the team by entertaining said sick children upstairs while the shower took place downstairs. Thank you, Seth. Once again.
Then in response to my desperate FB plea for prayer a few days later, Jenny showed up on my doorstep with a latte on Thursday morning and Bridget sent over a bag of goodies and Lynn dropped off homemade bread. My in-laws mailed “good-well” packages for the girls and sent a floral arrangement to me. And I don’t say this to say – look how deserving I am – but to say, wow! What a lovely “village” we are in! And it *does* take a village. But you don’t know that you need your village until you know how needy and imperfect you are and you’re willing to publicly embrace it.
And now here I sit about a week later, and we had another doctor’s visit this morning for the other twin sister. She doesn’t have pneumonia, but couldn’t breathe well enough for the doctor to even be able to listen for the tell-tale “crackles” and so had to do a 10-minute in-office nebulizer treatment. We walked out with A. cleared of pneumonia and L. with preventative antibiotics as well as a renewed prescription for an inhaler. Oh my. Mommy fail perhaps? How did I not know my daughter wasn’t able to breathe well?!
My living room is littered with the typical kid clutter of scissors, small pieces of paper, stray Cheerios, a few raisins, half-full sippy cups, and four dying plants. [Plants come to our house to die, as a friend put it so well!] The kitchen around the corner is piled high with dirty dishes, and I’m just not sure I can/will deal with them tonight. The type-A part of me is rebelling, but I’m shutting it down.
My husband the pastor is at another evening meeting, and I faced bedtime alone [not as bad as it could have been] – and now instead of reading one of the books calling to me on my nightstand, I think I’m just going to unplug and watch “Parenthood” while sipping some wine. Before you judge me, come walk a week in my shoes. And I’ll try to do the same for you.
Where’s your imperfect today? This week? How can you boldly step out to embrace it – to admit its existence – to tell someone, anyone, that you can’t do it all and you’re tired of trying? Let’s help one another out … it’s a lovely village we live in … and there are friends just dying to know how to help.
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Girl, the fact that you even CONSIDERED reading a book after doing bedtime solo puts you on hero level in my book. I never do. I enjoy reading, but will NEVER get to it after bedtime. The brain (and the body) are just too wiped. And my imperfect?? Well, let’s just say my husband even was like “wow, she’s quoting a LOT of Disney Jr these days”…(ie, “daddy! Guess what’s coming up this Friday night on Disney Jr?” or “pull ups is a proud sponsor of Disney Jr.”)…yeah, awesome huh? Afternoons in the 3rd trimester of the 3rd pregnancy is, clearly, sponsored by Disney Jr. 🙂 As always, love your insights!! You are an awesome Mom Heather!
Thanks, Jill! Great to hear that once again great minds think alike!! Bring on Disney Jr …
I feel ya sister! Im in it, too, in a six week recovery from back surgery…cant even lift my kids…change diapers (yes…cant get my 3 year old out of them!)…no bending, lifting, twisting! Cant do most of the mommy tasks. Have my mom and MIL tag teaming living in with us! The second week out of surgery the kids gave me their flu-cough-cold crud, so I was even more pathetic then. The same week the coffee pot died (when we really needed it!),my MacBook died, and ants took over our house–laughing at any ant traps I put down! So I got it ALL together here! 😉 But God is good and we are making it with usually joyful hearts!
Oh Michelle! That’s a lot!!! It’s when you’re like – really, God? I mean, the coffee pot, MacBook, & ants – while you’re recovering – whew. Hang in there, and thanks for posting about the imperfect.
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