It’s January 3, and by now your social media newsfeeds are certainly flooded with lofty New Year’s resolutions ranging from falling 30 pounds to flying to the moon.
And yes, of course, statistics show that 80 percent of resolvings fail by February, but has that stopped the infectious’ American dream’ of specifying totally unrealistic expectancies every time the New Year rolls around? Perfectly not .
But what if you choose it is NOT your time to buy into the hype? What if you’re neck-high in the weeds of parenting, study, or stressful life demands and don’t inevitably have the capacity to add one more “to-do” to your already neverending list?
Well, Eliza Morrill of Momstrosity is RIGHT there with you.
Currently in the “lots-of-little-kids-with-lots-of-big-needs weeds, ” Eliza has surrendered and recognized 2109 as her time to simply survive.
And is that SO wrong ?
After reading her oh-so relatable Facebook post, you, too, might decide that this is your year to shower yourself in grace rather than new expectancies by espousing the beautiful mess that surrounds you. Read Eliza’s post in full below 😛 TAGEND
“Here we are again, friends. The brink of a New Year. My newsfeed is full of positive shows for the next trip all over the sun. Resolutions to run that half-marathon. Cook dinner more often. Make the gym with regularity. Read.
Most years, I’m right there with them. In my psyche, I’ve conjured a list 5 miles long — of all the things I hope to accomplish in the next year. Versions of my best ego. Habits to attain me a better mom, a better spouse, a better pal, and a better is suitable for these snug jeans.
But this year, I’m laying everything there is down.
The truth is, I’m in the weeds. I’m in the when-will-my-kids-sleep-again weeds. I’m in the lots-of-little-kids-with-lots-of-big-needs weeds.
I am knee-deep in picky eaters, dirty diapers, mood tantrums, health issues, and repetition dinners.
This is not my year to run a marathon. This is not my year to booze two gallons of water a day, or to make healthy, home-cooked banquet every night, or serve on all of those committees. It is my time to survive.
This is my year to sleep when I can. To dedicate myself grace, ever. To embrace the mess.
I think, as moms, we set a great deal of pressure on ourselves, whether we recognize it or not. Small-scale imperfections during the day equate to our shortcomings in our own thinker. Messy house? I should clean more. No clean socks? I’m way behind on laundry. Kid acts out in school? I let him watch “Frozen” too often.
We need to stop. I need to stop.
The reality is this: my kids don’t need a mama who looks great in leggings right now. Or a momma who stimulates individualized quiches for all the kids in class. They necessity a momma who does her best to desire them well — imperfections and all.
So this year, if you need it( spoiler alert: you almost definitely do) — give yourself grace. Some years aren’t meant to be record-breaking. Some years are meant to survive.”
If Eliza’s post inspired you, be sure to SHARE it with your friends on Facebook!