For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be Martha Stewart. While most kids my age were thinking about going to keg parties, I was dreaming of dinner parties with finger foods, matching linens and acoustic guitars playing softly in the background.
I loved throwing parties and I would start planning months in advance, painstakingly creating the menu and making sure that every detail was perfect.
When I first created an account on Pinterest I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Image after image of fabulous parties, delicious recipes, crafts, beautiful home decor. I spent HOURS pinning things on my boards, I was so excited to try them out.
But in reality, I am not a Pinterest Mom. I didn’t hide an elf around the house last Christmas, I don’t make art with my child’s dinner and I don’t have a turkey made out of Emmett’s hand print. I would love to be this kind of Mom, but I am not.
And that is OK.
I’m tired of trying to be perfect, it’s exhausting. And no matter how perfect I am, there’s always someone out there who is craftier or more creative or a better cook. So I’m bowing out of the race, I’m done competing.
I’m sorry Martha, I still love you, but I am no longer trying to be you.