As a mom with two kids under five, I have found new ways to express my creativity. Instagram is a good example. I can see the beauty in something and capture it at a good angle (especially if I take fifteen photos of it). I add some light. I increase the contrast and hue. I spend too much time thinking up a witty little hashtag.
I always feel a sense of pride and shame though when I hear comments like this: "I never had it so together when I was a mom your age" or "your kids always look so put together?" We don't don't have it together, its not always as happy as it looks.
Instagram crops out the messes, it crops out the fussing, it crops out my yelling and my tears. It crops out the fight over eating one green bean at dinner. It crops out the piles of clean and dirty laundry mixing together. Instagram doesnt betray that the kids were using swim diapers and tissue, because I hadn't made it to the store for pullups and toilet paper yet.
So sometimes, I like to post pictures of my messes so the truth comes out. (Confession: I'm trying to look cool--even then). Maybe it will show I'm cool about not having it all together. When I post my messes, I love the response. You understand, mommies. You are in the middle of a mess too.
Have you felt lonely in your mess, moms? I have. It can be exhausting and frustrating to make your home sparkle like you think it should. Your friends might judge your mess. Most likely, they won't. Most likely, they will be encouraged that it's okay NOT to be all put together. Most likely, they will feel loved that you are vunerable enough to welcome them into your mess. Light a candle, put the coffee on, and open your door. You are not alone!