I will never be a “Pinterest Mom”. You know who I am talking about. That mom with the expertly blended ombré hair, who somehow manages to contour better than any of the Kardashians. The one with the perfectly curated Instagram containing more ship-lap and themed décor than HGTV.
I desperately wanted to be this mom.
Before the birth of my son, I spent hours on social media collecting these beautiful images, wishing to look like these smiling women, perfectly at ease with the role of motherhood. Once my son was born I realized that this obsession with the image of the “put together, trendy mom” was yet another way I was allowing myself to fall into the trap of perfection. I have quietly struggled with anxiety for years, often punctuated with the belief that all I needed was to lose 20 pounds, redecorate my home, dye my hair, and all would be well. The self-assured nature of the Pinterest mom appealed to me on many levels. I may have even idolized her.
Here’s the thing. I am not that mom, and that’s OK.
I am the mom who barely makes it to work on time, who suffered from postpartum anxiety which left me unable to sleep or eat because I just could not calm my mind. I still don’t know how to contour and sometimes I swear and drink too much wine. Basically, I am your normal, run of the mill mess. I still think these “Pinterest Moms” are amazing and follow many on social media, but I also know I do not have to be them to be content.