Are You Mrs. Perfect?
These moms look fabulous. And they’re busy, arms laden with binders and leather totes and lap tops for their meetings with other moms. I listen as they talk. They’re PTA presidents and Auction Chairs and School Board Members. They have full plates and full lives and they look sensational, too.
I envy them and suck in a breath, feel the roll of fat against the waistband of my jeans. The roll is getting bigger not smaller. I’m not working out as much as I used to. No longer a trim 6 or a physically fit 8, my weight creeps up and my confidence drops again. How can my body define me so much? How can the size of my jeans make me feel so vulnerable? I’m smart. I’m successful.
Mrs. Perfect, the follow up to Odd Mom Out, is a result of this life of mine, with these doubts and questions and insecurities. I wonder if other women have the same insecurities. I wonder if other women have more confidence, self-acceptance. I try hard to be good to myself, try to be kind but somehow, its easier to be kinder to other people. Easier to be kinder to strangers than myself.
Those women look fabulous for their age.
Those women look sharp and stylish.
Whereas me. Well, I could be better. I should be better. But to be better, I’d have to be nearly perfect.
Ah. Perfectionism. A fairly bitter pill, isn’t it? It’s pretty much impossible to be perfect but for reasons I don’t understand, it’s what I think I should be.
And I’m not alone. I look around me, open a magazine, turn on the tv and there is the quest for perfection in every store, every ad, every photograph. Men don’t have to be perfect. So why do we?
Why do we?
If you can find a consecutive minute or two of quiet time, the
books on the Mommy Track'd Fiction for your Non-Existent Free Time list are a great escape. In some way, each of them touches on the
chaos that defines the lives of busy moms.