There isn’t perfection in motherhood. I am good enough in motherhood just as I am, with flaws and mistakes.
Before becoming a mom I was addicted to the pursuit of perfection and equally addicted to the praise. I’ve been driven by being a hard worker, trying not to make any mistakes, I bounce balls continuously, and multi-tasking is my middle name. Chasing perfection feels like what I’m supposed to do because it’s what I’ve always done. Motherhood showed me this pursuit had to end, it couldn’t go on if I was going to be a good mom. There isn’t perfection in motherhood.