Good Enough in 2017
Let me let you in on a secret. This post was originally titled "Good Enough in 2016." That's right. It's been sitting as a draft for exactly one year now. So I guess you could say I over-adopted this mantra for the year.....
But seriously. Why Good Enough might be our new motto for 2017.
Because we're not perfect. We never have been and we never will be. So let's stop trying to be. And stop buying into the lie that you ought to be. Also, your kids don't care that you're not perfect. They'd be bored to death and unable to please you if you were. Sometimes seeing you say "I'm sorry" or "I don't know the answer to that, let's look it up" is the most important lesson they'll learn that day.
I know what it feels like when your sink is overflowing, you're wearing the same underwear on Wednesday as you did on Tuesday... and Monday (at least you turned it inside-out?), and you can't remember the last time you scrubbed the tub. You'd kill for just one tiny tidy corner to instagram but that doesn't even exist in your house right now. And then the shaming begins. That small but so loud voice in your head could list the dirty things or the broken things or the half-assed projects lying around your house. It focuses in on the hole in your kiddo's pants, the load of laundry you've done two -- or three -- times this week because you keep forgetting to take it out of the washer. It reminds you of the harsh way you responded when your kid asked an innocent question at an inconvenient time. The voice is quick to add the hours that your child is at daycare (though conveniently leaves out the fact that she's most likely having a blast), and scold you for not loving every.single.minute. of motherhood.
Let's take a deep breath. And think of the immediate relief felt when you let it out and ask " but is this good enough?" and you answer... "yes."
It's not permission to slack off and care less but a gracious reminder of what really matters.
Your supper may not be instagram-worthy or 100% organic. But it is warm and it has brought you to the table together. You may never know what happens in the first ten minutes of your child's ballet class but she sure does love the last 40. And those dishes. Those effing dishes. They will never be done. Your sink will be full 95% of the next 22 years. But praise the Lord for the food in your bellies and the people in your home to enjoy those meals. A messy home simply means that people live there. Let's collectively let go of this idea to be everything to all people.
And let's be honest, when you stop and truly look at all the amazing things you do every day (wake up, feed a/multiple humans, get them dressed and either out the door or into an activity, do any manner of house tidying, errands, house management, work at the office or at home, keep the tiny ones clean for any fraction of the day, kneel down to wipe away tears, kiss boo-boos or scrape gum off the bottom of a shoe, intentionally contribute to the future well-being and emotional adjustment of a human being over and over and over again and somehow fit in two more meals and a tooth-brushing, book and bedtime story....), I'd say it's safe to say you're doing above and beyond good enough.
So here's to a new year of grace, my friend. To you and to myself. To be content amidst the chaos. To be encouraged that you're doing a wonderful job and that you're children will remember your presence, not your organization skills. To remember that this is a season. That soon we will miss the tiny fingerprints along the walls and the ease of solving problems with a tender kiss. You are enough and you are doing so much good.
Need a visual reminder? We love this t-shirt from our friends at Ban.do