So as a continuation from a few posts ago. For those couple of you who keep up with my rambling thoughts. More than one person, Lora, Simple Answer, anyone else? commented that many Mommies like to act like they've got it all together.
Their kids are perfect.
Their husband is perfect.
Their house is perfect.
Their life is perfect.
It's all perfect.
This is so lovely. And honestly, if that's true, more power to you.
Let me just say. If there is one thing I have learned in my 39 years, and many of them during my 39th year, is that usually, things aren't really as they seem. I'm sorry, I don't want to be the one to let the cat out of the bag (although if in real life if there was for some reason a cat stuck in a bag, I would be the first one to let it out) but for the sake of this sentence, they're a lot of Broadway shows going on out there. Oh yes there are. I have been a witness to some. I have starred in a couple. I have listened to people talk, I have heard stories, I have read e mails. People are putting on some shows baby.
Case and point. Lovely family in the Southwest. Mother, father, son, daughter. Everything looks perfect. Meanwhile (edited for child reading) it's not. This came to me by e mail and the exact words were, "On the outside looking in, it looks a lot nicer than it really is.
Let me tell you, if you saw this beautiful family in a restaurant, you might be envious. Each member is better looking than the next. The father is successful, the mother is lovely, the children are polite and kind. Each one is playing a little part.
This is not an uncommon story. I have a whole drawer full of them. People tell me stuff. I think cause I'll listen, and I'll never judge. Never ever ever. You know that saying with the glass houses?
I could tell you stories til your eyes fell out. I won't, because that would be unpleasant, and I hate unpleasantries.
The thing is, it doesn't bother me in the least when someone acts like they've figured this whole thing out. I actually like it. The way I look at it is it could go one of two ways.
The first one being, giving them the benefit of the doubt. They are perfect. They have made it all work and barely have a hair out of place. In this case, perhaps they could give me a few pointers. The good Lord knows I could use them. I'm not afraid to ask. I'll ask you anything and I'll tell you anything. It's my nature.
The second scenario for Mommy Dearest (which I'd be willing to take the "over" on- did that make sense Asude?) is that they've got their own closet full of skeletons. Some of those skeletons might even be sitting in their foyer when no guests are over. But somehow their way is to make everything seem perfect so they can feel okay. Fine. Who am I to judge? Some people wear false eye lashes, some people dye their hair, some people get botox. Most people do a little something to trick the eye, to lead you away from reality, because reality is more than they can bare a hundred percent of the time. It's all good. We're just human after all.
Except Edward, he's a vampire. He is perfect. Fo shizzle.