let my children sleep in my bed as much as they want as long as they want? not me...
teach my child to play to win at board games, sports, anything competitive? not me....
buy the worlds most delicious pumpkin pie, unwrap it, cover with foil and pass it off as homemade at a family party? not me....
wake up a sleeping baby, just so I can hold it? not me...
know all the words to more west coast rap (crap) albums from the 90's than any southern girl really should? not me...
also know all the words to every Bon Jovi or Taylor Swift or Aerosmith song on the planet? not me....
love pro basketball and pro football but hate college ball? not me....
hide chocolate bars in secret stashes around the house so the children can't find them? not me...
listen to people give their opinions of things to me without ever speaking a word of my own real mind? not me....
refuse to defend myself to a group of girls that were supposed to be my friends, in spite of the big mouth of one girl that decided she was angry with me? not me...
cry at the Justin Bieber movie? not me....
rather go without eating than have to get up and exercise? not me....
look back and think "what might have been?" not me....
The reality is that we are all imperfect. We are all just trying to do our best to get by. Sometimes that means we make poor choices, take the path of least resistance, or give in to people when we should not.
At the end of the day, I would rather have an imperfect life full of imperfect people that love me than a "perfect" life that isn't real. I'll take truth over fiction any day.
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