Yep, for many years I tried to live by those words. I tried to achieve that with my home, the decorating, the cooking, the budget, the kids, the volunteer work, and the entertaining. I tried to be perfect.
Being perfect is a hard title to carry on ones shoulders. It means always being ten steps ahead of everyone else. It means seeing every bit of dust, letting every pile of “stuff” bug you, and yes, it can mean a little nagging at loved ones.
I must say that I am proud to declare a few years back I went to “perfect anonymous” school and rid my addiction!
I have come to realize that it is more important to spend that quality time with my friends and family then having a kitchen floor so clean that you can eat off of it! (Yes, other Mom’s use to say “You can eat it off of the floor at PJ’s house!”)
I want to make this official.
I here by relinquish the title of “Mary Poppins, practically perfect in everyway.”
I am reformed!
Don’t get me wrong, I still like things to be nice, clean and organized. I have just learned to be “ok” with a stack sitting on the counter for a few days until I can get to it. Of course, it needs to be a neat stack and I need to know exactly what is in it. Hee Hee! Snicker Snicker! I now can allow the stack. And THAT is what makes me no longer perfect in everyway!
Signed Yours Truly,
Ms. Reformed Mary Poppins….and I must say, I am proud of it!
Here’s to a little imperfection!
A note to ponder….I know there are a lot more of you Mary Poppins look alikes! I invite you to join my club of Reformed Mary Poppins! You will be glad you did. It is invigorating!
I love Nicole! She is one of the sweetest young women you will ever meet with a heart of gold and a smile that will lighten your world no matter how dark it seems. You can not be around Nicole without catching some of her energy.
This morning I woke up with a link in my email to a new post for her blog “When in Rome”. I must say that just knowing that I had a story to read from her brought a smile to my face.
Then when I read the story, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Nicole, how can you be so wise at such a young age?! I love you girl!
Nicole also takes you on a quick video tour, although she states throughout the video that she is almost out of battery. Sweet, Sweet, Nicole! We need to get you a spare battery, I think this has been a common occurence!
I love you, Nicole. Thank you for sharing a smile with me!
Ecco a voi Nicole!
Here’s to my smiles bucket and Nicole!
(The picture of Nicole is from my Eat, Pray, Love Tea Party we had just days before she left for Rome. Nicole, what joy you are!)
I don’t think I ever really thought about this statement until recently when my college boy made a comment to me, “Mom, where you are living may just be a house. It is where you and I are that is the home. It doesn’t have to have a roof, Mom.”
Wow! Those are big words even for a college boy who should be selfish in his own world.
Life hasn’t always been good in our “house” life.
I believe what he meant by those words is no matter what is going on in the house, it is what college boy and I make of it. It is the interactions between the two of us. It is the little gestures we do for each other. It is the random hugs. It is the “I Love You’s” It is the knowing that the other person will be there for you. It is knowing that the love shared is unconditional.
Home is Where the Heart is.
Home is my life with my children–college boy and sissy.