Take it Easy (on Yourself)

I think there are probably two kinds of people in this world: the greys, and the black and whites. And of course where you stand depends on what, exactly, we’re talking about.

When it comes to nutrition and health, for instance, I’m definitely a grey. It’s how I approach (at least I think I do) every aspect of nutrition and health. I work out at the gym three times a week – not five, or six, and not “never”. I buy organic fruit if we can afford it, but figure that eating fruit with some pesticides on it is STILL better than not eating fruit at all. I vaccinate my kids, but on a modified schedule. I microwave my kids’ oatmeal in the morning. After all, eating oatmeal that has been zapped has got to be better than eating a bowl of Cap’N Crunch [see below].

I like being grey, because it eases my conscience about not being perfect. And deep down if I’m being honest [which I am] what I really want to do is be perfect. [Please tell me I’m not the only one?]

What does this perfection mean? It means that in a perfect would my kids would only eat organic food. Not only that, but they would eschew things like peanut butter and jelly for a nice healthy salad. I would cook all of our meals from scratch, and on nights when I was too tired it would be okay because I would have prepared in advance and would have loads of delicious healthy meals frozen just in case. I would stick to my grocery budget, and when I was hungry and at the grocery store I wouldn’t buy four [yes FOUR] boxes of General Mills cereal for myself. Better yet, in a perfect world I don’t think I’d even grocery shop when hungry. Instead I’d probably have some cashews and coconut milk stored in a special area of my car.

Wait a minute…in a perfect world I don’t think I’m even doing my own grocery shopping…

I’m fully flawed and striving to be the best person I can be. The best mother I can be. The best wife I can be. And more than anything else the best Christian I can be [which of course sums up all of the former]. I see-saw between the fatigue of trying to meet skyscraper high self-imposed demands, to the low of “letting everything go”. I shoot for the bell curve right in the middle.

Not mediocrity, but moderation.

And above all else, when moments of clarity come upon me, I tell my harshest critic [ME] to take it easy on myself.

After all, aren’t we all just doing the best we can?

Homeschooler. Mother. Worker Bee. Wife. Christian. Chef. Allergy-expert extrordinaire. Dog lover. Soul-mate. (w)Riter. Reader. Runner.