Lifting the Mom Veil of Perfection

Sometimes I feel as though moms today have so much pressure on them to be “perfect”. The perfect partner, the perfect mom, and other unattainable pressures that we place upon ourselves. I almost equate it to being the picture perfect Instagram fitness model. I don’t know about you, but I am nowhere near the perfect mom. Why are there these underlying pressures mom place upon themselves? Is it to over compensate for what we feel our own parents lacked when we were children? Is it social media? Whatever the case may be, moms I bet you’re doing far better than you realize.

Social media reinforces this idyllic “perfect” lifestyle that only some seem to be living. The beautifully matched outfits. The Pinterest perfect themed birthday parties. The posts about their babies hitting their milestones early, leaving some moms to wonder why their own child hasn’t hit that mark yet. I’m not jealous by any means. If you can be that mom, kudos to you! We see the highlight reels of people’s lives on social media and then too many people compare themselves to this. On social media everyone wants to see smiling, happy people. As moms, we want to give our very best every day to our children. As we peruse people’s profiles we may follow, we can unconsciously compete with these moms and it can feel like our personal best just isn’t good enough. To be honest, screw that! There are enough feelings of not measuring up to go around.

I am by no means a perfect parent. I identify more with the real life, everyday type moms. You know, the ones that live in yoga pants, wear messy buns, who have a full day of wiping snotty noses, cleaning the house multiple times a day in between making all the meals for everyone, and still crushing life.

I especially applaud those moms who are trying to work through their own sh*t in life. It takes serious energy to stop, evaluate your life, and figure out the slightly broken parts of yourself in order to be a better human being and parent. Shout out to thee mom dragging herself out of bed and just laying on the couch, cuddling her littles because that’s all the strength she can muster just to be semi-human that day.

Life is messy and beautiful all at once. Stop trying to be perfect and just try each day to be a better you every day. Perfection is unattainable. Someone will always do it better than you because they have their own personal style to everything.

Here are just a few ways to know that you’re doing things “right”.

  1. You hug your kids, tell them that you love them, and in some way let them know that you see them. Like really SEE them for the wonderful being they are.
  2. You laugh often with them.
  3. You hear what they have to say. I’m not just talking acknowledging their existence, but phone down, looking at them and listening to all they have to say. It’s exhausting, I know, but little people need to know they’re heard too.

Lift the veil of perfection. Share those messy stories. The no makeup selfies. Be vulnerable and real, and most of all, be your imperfect self and be grateful for the time you have with your family. Life goes by too fast to compare ourselves to others.

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Fill your Cup Up First

As a health coach, one of the biggest complaints I heard from moms is that they just didn’t have time to workout  or eat well. I used to be that mom! I would go to sleep and wake up completely exhausted.

Being a new mom to twins was the hardest thing that I had ever done up until that point in my life. I’ve been through boot camp, deployed twice and still, being a new mom was the hardest task I had ever tackled in my life.

I didn’t sleep enough. I didn’t get to enjoy a hot shower enough. I learned why moms always wore their hair in pony tails. I didn’t eat enough. Once my twins were old enough to eat solid foods, I would eat whatever was left on their plate as my meal.

There was one point early in my twins’ lives where I would actually pack the kids in the car in the so that they could take a nap while I drove to Taco Bell, grab some food and enjoy a long, peaceful drive out on the shoreline. That winter I became depressed and packed on nearly 20 pounds. I was stressed and irritable. It really wasn’t a great point in my life.

Finally the spring came. I started putting the kids in their double stroller and taking them, and my two dogs, for long walks. I found my groove again in the workout and healthy eating arena, something that had always been a focal point in my life. I started feeling better, loosing weight, and being in an overall better mood. When I started doing things that made me happy, my kids were happier because I was creating a better atmosphere in our household.

Putting ourselves first is not selfish, it’s essential. I used to think that by taking time to do something I found important was taking away from time with my children. I now know that this couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

Working out, taking walks, and cooking became family events. My twins, Zac and Kenna, learned that this was a part of our daily routine. Get up, have breakfast, workout, and then get on with whatever activity we had planned for the day. Even now, at 5 years old, they both ask to join me in my workout in the morning. I love that by learning to fill up my cup and do things that are important to me, for both my physical and emotional health, are now a part of their lives.

File_000 (7) Enjoying a beautiful day on the trail!

Lately, I’ve been getting up earlier to start my days in order to be more prepared instead of always being in a reactionary mode. For my own personal self-care routine I wake up by 5 a.m., listen to a book on Audible, write, start laundry, make lunches, or wash last night’s dishes. (Yes, I’m the mom that leaves dishes in the sink overnight because family time after dinner is far more important to me than a task I can complete later).

Getting up early to start my day has been one of the best things that I’ve done for myself and my family. I’m able to greet my children in a good mood and help them start their day off right. This doesn’t happen every single day, because we all have days where we oversleep, but 95% of the time this is how my day goes. If it’s a school day, and I didn’t fit in my workout, I am able to do a longer workout when I get home from dropping them off.

If you’re reading this and need help getting into a better self-care routine, remember that YOU are important. Taking care of yourself is not selfish. It’s the same concept of putting on your oxygen mask before helping those around you.

Moms have tough roles, so take care of yourself first in order to take better care of those that need you most.

Body Image and Talking to Our Children

Last night my daughter and I had a hard conversation. One that I feel is too young to have with a five year old. The conversation was about body image.

We had a wonderful evening after school, filled with a dance class, a barbecue to enjoy the nice weather, and I watched as the neighbor kids played with mine afterwards. It was bath night. I was getting my daughter ready for her the bath and I caught her looking at herself in the full length mirror. She asked in her sweet little voice, her big, blue eyes looking into mine, “mama, why is my belly big?” Talk about a knife to the heart!

I told her that it’s because it’s just how she’s made. She sucked in her little belly to make her look thinner in the mirror and said, “this is how I want to look.” After a few questions, I asked her why she thought she needed to look like that. MacKenna told me that they read a book in school that day about how people’s bodies all look different.

I’m sure that this was a well-intended lesson for the class on how everyone is different or unique, but I had never heard the word thinner come out of my child’s mouth until last night. I do not use fat or thin to describe people. We have had the conversation about size over the last couple of weeks as my kids noticed that my breasts are smaller than my sister’s. (She concluded that mine were smaller because I breastfed them for a while and I don’t have milk in there any more. Ha!) Kids are curious and want to understand the world around them. I get that.

My little girl and I talked for a few minutes about how bodies come in all shapes and sizes. Some of us are tall, and some people are short. We eat healthy foods that give us energy to play for a long time. We talked about how strong she was. How fast she could run. That she has a fantastic laugh that makes me smile. That her little legs could go on a 2 mile bike ride to the park without issue. That the shape of our body does not determine our beauty. That the measure of beauty is in fact what is in our hearts. She makes other people feel loved because she is loving and kind.

I asked her if she thought I was beautiful. Thankfully she said yes. So, I lifted up my shirt to show her that my belly wasn’t thin and that sucking in my belly didn’t make me any more or less beautiful. After this, we told one another what she says often, you’re beautiful just the way you are. Maybe I went overboard on the examples with her but I felt like it was important to cover it all instead of dismissing her question with a quick answer. Parenting is tricky!

I have personally struggled in the past with having a positive self-image, which went into full effect my freshman year of college with my first boyfriend. He always had images of these very thin, muscular models around. I was athletic but not ripped like these women. These images made me feel as though somehow I was not enough. I struggled with disordered eating and working out at least three hours a day thinking that if I looked a certain way the man of my dreams would sweep me off my feet because I was “worthy”. I wish I could go back and slap some sense into my twenty something self!

Now that I’m in my thirties, being ripped and being outwardly beautiful in someone else’s eyes is not my thing. I’ve worked on self-love and acceptance. I’ve made peace with myself and love me for who I am as a person. I do not feel the need to impress anyone and am gentler on myself. I eat to be healthy. I am active because I enjoy it. Pushing my body makes me feel good, and eases stress. I don’t stand in the mirror and scrutinize myself. I love myself and know that I am worthy of love.

Our beauty isn’t attached to a magical number on a scale. I know that my worth – her worth, or anyone else’s for that matter- isn’t attached to how our bodies look.

Kids see and hear more than we realize. I have no idea if I handled her questions in the right way but I hope I did.

If you’ve had this conversation with your child, I’d love to hear how you handled it. Be sure to comment below!

Slow Down Already!

The day after my kids started school, my son proclaimed that he had a wiggly tooth. He was so excited! His eyes were wide and he smiled as he wiggled his tooth for me to see. I was happy for him because I knew he was elated that he was becoming a big kid. Inside I couldn’t help but feel a little emotional. My baby really is becoming a big kid. I gave him a huge hug, and I answered all his questions about the tooth fairy.

Three days later, he lost his little wiggly baby tooth. A true physical representation of the fact that he is growing bigger each day. Every time he smiles that fabulous little kid smile, I can’t help but reminisce on how fast five years has just flown by. It’s a reminder for me to slow down during the hectic days and really see my children every day. Not to take out my phone and post a quick picture on social media for everyone to see, but for me to take that mental snapshot of my children in this very moment. To be present and to really take them in for a second.

As our kids grow, we know this is happening all along. They’re hitting major learning milestones, they’re growing out of clothes and shoes non-stop. Their understanding of the world around them increases, as well as their ability to articulate this. One day we’re changing poopy diapers and the next they’re reading books by themselves.

Over the past year, I’ve been learning to slow down. I used to have everything neat and tidy before we could all have time to cuddle in between dinner and bedtime. I had to accomplish everything on the to-do list for the day before I felt at ease. After the kids started preschool last year, I realized that the dishes can wait. Time together cannot. Don’t get me wrong, we all still clear the table together, put plates and cups in the dishwasher and tidy up before bedtime, but it doesn’t feel as stressful anymore. The bulk of the dishes can wait until the morning. We can clean the house together when we get back from the beach. The need to be perfect and have my s#!t together 24/7 has faded.

I want to enjoy the day and all the cuddles, games, or sharing of stories that I can now because the next five years will surely go as quickly as the last ones have. Not every day is how I planned. Some days, I don’t want to answer the billions of questions five year olds come up with. (Seriously, two 5year olds come up with a LOT of questions!)

I need to appreciate the moments that we get to play together, cuddle and read or watch movies together. The days go by so quickly now. As much as I wish that they would slow down and stop growing, I’ve learned that it’s me that needs to slow down and appreciate the moments in life for what they are.

Welcome to our Super Twin Adventure!

Welcome to our blog! This blog is dedicated to my boy/girl twins, Zachary and MacKenna. I hope to inspire other twin parents to be excited about parenting twins, rather than dwelling on the exhaustion. (Trust me, I know it’s exhausting!) This is my journey as a single mother to these beautiful souls and our adventures in life. I’ll be sharing stories, what I’ve learned along the way, fun activities, and health related topics.

Mom life isn’t always easy. One minute life is fantastic, and the next there’s flour covering the floor, the dogs and kids are having a ball making paper mache out of said flour while you’re crying about not buying more wine.

Please feel to contact me with any comments/ questions!