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 Sometimes we look at the mothering thing all wrong.  We seem to think that people expect perfection from us, but that's just not true.  Sometimes those not-so-perfect moments can become blessings for those around us.

Recently I was reading Leap of Faye's post "9 Reasons I'm Happy Being A Good-Enough Mom".  In it she talks about how moms operate in REAL life and not in some Pinterest fantasy land.  We are all striving to be a super-mom, but the reality is we're never going to get there.  And we shouldn't worry about it.

Reading through stories of Faye and her two children, it got me thinking about how sometimes we look at the mothering thing all wrong.  We seem to think that people expect perfection from us, but that's just not true.  Sometimes those not-so-perfect moments can become blessings for those around us.  A little skeptical?  Let me share a story about my own daughter.

Recently my church held a three-night revival featuring an evangelist chalk artist.  Now, of course to get the full impact of the sermon you need to sit where you can see, and the cry room just didn't cut it.  So here I was in the pew with my toddler going up and down, up and down, up and down.  My daughter was trying to be generous and pass some of her toys to the infant ahead of us and I ended up having to untangle an elephant from a young mother's hair.  But she just turned around and smiled because she appreciated the gesture my daughter was making.  She was a mother and she understood.

We made it through nearly the entire service without a major incident.  The problem came at the end of the service when the pastor made the alter call.  My daughter broke free and took off running down the aisle.  I couldn't decide whether I should run after her or just let her go.  I wanted to crawl under the pew and hide.

But do you know what happened?  The pastor smiled, reached out his arms, and picked her up.  He carried her around the church until it was time for us to go home.  I was amazed to see how my daughter, who I thought was embarrassing me, had made my pastor so happy.  She had shown him he was loved.

Now, I could stress about being the kind of mom that raises the perfect child, but I would much rather put my effort into raising a child that is kind and caring.  One who understands that sometimes it takes those not-so-perfect moments to give someone else a perfect blessing.