I have to admit that I have been suffering from a large dose of mommy envy. For the better part of my adult life, I have identified myself through my career. It was all about the job. I thought that I would be so excited to be home. Instead I am torn. I love my son and husband. However, it seems like I can't do anything right. I am such an apparent failure at being a wife and mom. Nothing is easy. Nothing seems to go the way that I plan. I try to clean the house, and cook meals and what not. I can't seem to please anyone and make anyone happy in my house. I look like a wreck most of the time-can't seem to get anything right.
Then I'll go to the supermarket or wherever, and there they are-the perfect moms. They look good, in shape, dressed well and almost glowing with that know it all aura. And here I am in my sweats, hair in pony tail, no make up (of course) looking awful. And of course, the insecurities that I have battled my entire life kick in. I am not as good as them. Obviously, look at me. I can't be as good as them.
I go somewhere and think that I've got it under control, that I look good etc. And I'll have something stuck between my teeth. Or I'll trip and fall. Or something will go wrong.
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
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