It’s a funny thing, growing up. Everyone seems to do it so
differently yet we all really end up in the same place. I always thought that I
had to strive to find this perfection in life. I remember taking probably at
least 10 pregnancy tests before the idea of actually being pregnant stuck in my
head. I was terrified. It wasn’t the plan; it wasn’t the way things were
supposed to happen. You see, I had a very specific plan and it was very quickly
falling off course. I remember spending 2 hours sitting in the bathtub in udder
panic. I wasn’t married and I was in the midst of a relationship that was
probably not the healthiest and my gut could tell. I grew up wanting to have
children but what was I going to do? How could I manage this? At the time I was
still working full time and trying to finish a Masters degree program. All I
could see was my life crumbling and all of my parent’s mistakes coming forward.
For years I ran my mouth about how important it was to me to not have children
until I was established in a good career, married and could support a kid in
every way they needed.
My
whole life, the one thing I thought I would be good at was being a parent. It
was also, the one thing that terrified me the most and honestly still does. Why
do we put so much pressure on ourselves to be perfect? It’s impossible. I don’t
know about everyone else, but I grew up a little “old school”. My mother had an
interesting job, which often kept her up late hours and that was really when I
got to spend the most time with her. I snuck out in the middle of the night
when she was still awake to cuddle up in down comforters with her watching old
movies and TV shows. My favorites including anything with Audrey Hepburn,
Bewitched, I Love Lucy and the Brady Bunch. Who doesn’t love TV Land and Nick
and Nite. Still to this day I will choose those over any other show or movie.
The
only problem here is that my “home life” didn’t replicate that of a so – called
normal life style. I quickly took to television and unrealistic ideals to perfect
my idea of what my future life should be. Silly. Yes. But, true nonetheless. It
wasn’t until I moved in with Mia’s father and started to begin my own family
that I realized how much I internalized these shows. Actually, if we get
technical it wasn’t until I moved out and looked back at the wreckage we both
made that I realized this to be truthful. Since my own home life was anything
but average or consistent, these unrealistic shows became my teachers. I will
not hold myself fully responsible for what happened in my relationship but I
did have a lot to do with it. I lived in chaos so much of my life that now I
try to perfect and control things to a fault. You’re probably thinking “yah
she’s joking” but your wrong. I am the one who literally spent 45 minutes
trying to get my bed made to perfection just so I could go to bed. I expected everything to be perfect and
work together like clock work so one argument, one cigarette smoked, or the
dishes left in the sink at night was more than I could handle. Thankfully,
having Mia completely changed this or at least mostly. I still struggle with
that control freak instinct but she
somehow instantly calms me.
The
point of my long and ridiculous rant however, is we all have this perfect idea
of what our life, family, and career is suppose to look like but the truth is
everyone’s life and dreams are far from two of the same. In general society we spend so much
time judging others, watching TV, listening to what things “should” look like
as decided by so called experts that we forget that we are all just human. Its
okay if you come from a broken home, if the dishes aren’t done or sometimes
your 70-year-old mother wakes you up in the middle of the night. All these
things and more really are what make us unique, curious and strong individuals.
I need to spend less time trying to live up to an unrealistic dream and more
time cherishing what I have. We all need to stop trying to put up a perfect
picture of what should be and just accept what is and love our lives and
ourselves. Hiding who we really are only continues a revolving circle of little
white lies. I know that I want my daughter to be proud of her life, her family
and her dreams regardless of what happens. My current goal is working on
letting go of that control and that picture perfect scene I think I need to
have. I accept my life for what it is, I will take one day at a time and I will
love everything in between.