Learning to let Go

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I am a perfectionist at heart!

I love everything in life to be perfect!

The pillows on the couch to be perfectly fluffed, books on the shelf perfectly organized by color, each toy having its own “home”.

You get the picture!

I like life to be… well… Perfect!

With the pursuit of perfectionism comes this idea that I am superwoman…super wife, daughter, blogger, mom, friend, and the list goes on! The woman who can do it all and of course do it perfectly!

Well, motherhood has a way of knocking those of us who live in the world of super land perfection upside the head sometimes. As I sit here with poop on my pants from changing a diaper hours ago. To my credit I just realized it’s there!

As I sit down to nurse my baby who just turned 1 to sleep, my mind drifts to all the tasks which need to be accomplished once she is asleep (at least for a few hours)… My 3 year old who is playing naked in his room, busy with trains, who needs a bath after refusing to take one, the millions of dishes that await me downstairs, the mountains (I’m taking multiple mountains) of laundry which have been waiting to be folded for days, the lunches that need packing for tomorrow, the husband that needs to be loved on, and the little boy who will need bedtime cuddles after that bath!


Before having kids I was convinced I had super powers!

Having children has a way of humbling even the best of us and reminding people like me that life isn’t about perfection!

Life’s about the little boy who wants a few extra cuddles before bed, the baby who will wake throughout the night to make sure mom is close by to snuggle, and the husband who wants to share a few minutes together just talking and being the friends that originally brought us together.

While I still dream of being superwoman and still long for perfection, I am reminded daily as a mom and  wife that some days I just have to let go of the cape! The dishes will get done, laundry will get folded, and lunches made, all in time!

At the end of the day I  know I did my best and I have three people who have been loved on and  feel valued! And you know I can’t think of anything more desirable than that!

Live Simply,


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  1. says: Rachelle

    Yah, I can’t relate to this at all! 😉 Motherhood turned my perfectionist world upside down and I also continually struggle with trying to be superwoman. Praise the Lord for kids and husband who keep me humble and loved. 🙂

  2. says: Michele

    As someone who is nearing the end of her active parenting years 🙁 I know you’ve hit the nail on the head. I prefer things to be neat and orderly, but I’ve learned that my daughter was and is a bigger priority than a neat, clutter-free house. I’ll have plenty of time for that when she’s on her own. I’d hate for her to say, “Mom didn’t have time to play with me when I was little, but she never got behind on the laundry.” How tragic that would be. Keep on doing what you’re doing, Kristin!

    1. says: kmarr

      I love that perspective! Thank you so much for sharing! Motherhood certainly has a way of teaching you what’s important in life!

  3. says: Melissa Caina

    I truly appreciate the picture of your dishes. I feel guilty daily of the mounds of dishes (that comes from cooking from scratch) pile up EVERY day! But I, as every mother knows, we can’t do it all! It makes me feel better that I am not alone. Sometimes our crazy perfectionist brains say that we should be able to do it all. That is just not possible! 😉

    1. says: Kristin

      Thank you. Most days end up like this…with a huge pile of dishes. The perfectionist in me is still learning to let it go (of course, I do them all before bed :)) and remember what’s most important at this time in life. Thank you for the comment and encouragement.

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