Social media has made it easy for us to share the parts of our lives we want to and keep the things we don’t to ourselves. That being said, it has caused us to also become envious of the seemingly perfect lives of others. We too want the perfect homes. That perfect outfit. The perfect family photo. We aren’t seeing everything and so we tend to become envious and want that for ourselves.
It’s too easy to become envious of what others have or do when that’s all we’re seeing. We only see what they want us to see. A small fraction of the whole picture. It’s quite toxic actually, but we can’t always stop ourselves from being envious. We all know the struggle that occurred while trying to get good family pictures. We all know how long it took to clean and decorate that house. We all know we could have that outfit if we really wanted to. Take a look around you though, what you have is perfect to someone else.
I tend to be very transparent on both my personal and Sassy Mamaroo social pages. There is basically nothing that I won’t share other than a few personal things that don’t need to be shared and should never be shared. I like to keep it real. I’ll share the good, the bad, the ugly, and the messy parts of my life. And let me tell you, a majority of the time it’s a hot mess – me, the kids, the house, everything.
From time to time I get people that tell me how much of a good mom they think I am or how perfect my life seems. I’d like to think they’re just being nice or whatever. Don’t get me wrong it feels nice to hear those things, but you guys are so wrong. You are only seeing a fraction of my life and only what I want you to see. Those family photos took over an hour just to get my family to cooperate. That picture of my kids room was the third one taken because I had to clean and rearrange everything so it looked ‘perfect.’ That story I just told actually happened and chances are I feel bad for telling the world.
The chances are very high that the pieces of my life I choose to share with the world are the pieces I feel like I will get less judgement for. The pieces I know others can relate to. The pieces I know will make people laugh. The pieces that are so real and raw it hurts. Those are the things that represent the real in life. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the messy life has thrown my way.
I’m not perfect, my life isn’t perfect, and I would never claim to be. What even is perfect? Is it a real thing or some idealization of what we imagine perfect to be? I feel like everyone’s idea of perfect is different and it looks different to everyone. I’m so far from perfect most days I’m barely holding on. Last week I forgot to play tooth fairy for my daughter not once, but twice. It’s not the first time I forgot either. While cooking a few months ago I filled the house with smoke. Probably won’t be the last time either. Yesterday we woke up late for school and they’re learning from home. I’ve never been late for school before.
The point is, no one is perfect. We are all out here struggling and just doing our best. The images and lives you see all over social media is just a small fraction of the lives people are actually living. Don’t allow yourself to be envious of others when what you have is perfect, maybe not your vision or idea or perfect, but it’s perfect. We are all only human and we are all just out here doing our best. Your best is good enough and will always be good enough.
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