12 Jul I worry my life doesn’t look like an ad
Yes, I sometimes (translation: often) fall into the trap of comparing my messy existence to advertisements I see on baby products or new condominiums of young, happy and physically perfect mothers with neat homes who are playing with their clean and healthy children. I see them washing their infant serenely and it hardly looks like her body went through pregnancy. But baby is obviously only a few weeks old. Or maybe she’s playing with her two kids ages eight and six, and she looks like she just turned 20 yesterday.
I don’t know why I allow myself to be fooled. I know how much hard work it takes to put a single photo together (like the one above) and how many professionals it takes, from the photographer, to the makeup artist, hairstylist, fashion stylist, model, to the set designer, yet I still sometimes feel pressure to be a perfect mother, wife, daughter, and friend. I worry my life doesn’t look picture perfect all the time.
The truth is, it takes a lot of styling, art direction, editing before I can get my photos to look pleasing to the eye and the way that I want. I don’t think perfection is bad and evil, I just think it means that humans inherently look for beauty because we were made to worship and adore. I think that’s why our culture is celebrity-obsessed.
But once I aired my worries out loud (in other words, confessed it to my friend and husband), I realized how silly I sounded. No one is asking me to be perfect. How can they, if they aren’t perfect either? Even a perfect God doesn’t ask for perfection. It’s okay not to have it together all the time–not to have a perfectly done face with a perfectly clean home and perfectly behaving children 24/7. If it looks like someone has achieved this, it’s probably only in a split second. For that Instagram post. And with lots and lots and lots of help. And then all hell breaks loose again (and all the mothers say: Uh-huh!).
I’m never going to be perfect and my life will never be perfect. And that’s perfectly fine.