It’s 10 pm and I just made a coffee cake for tomorrow’s breakfast – not because I am amazing (which of course I am) but because we are out of cereal, milk, and all things even slightly breakfasty… It was either bake something or fail as a mom. The sound of failing really didn’t appeal to me all that much. I chose to ROCK come 5:30 am tomorrow instead.
See, I’ve found that sometimes “failing” isn’t the only answer to a problem that seems to have no other options. Frankly, I don’t always like to hear that. I get tired and sorta whinny inside and I say, “but I cant do it… I’m too tired.” I do a grownup rendition of a tantrum. I sit down in the chair, sigh a loud huff, push myself harder into the back of the chair and growl out loud. I truly want to stomp my feet and say, “It’s not fair!” Then my, “I loathe failure,” side kicks in and says, “Really, Christi?”
So I strap on my thinking cap and look at ways to trick MR FAT FAILURE into helping me ROCK as a mom. Creativity is born out of necessity. Would I choose to make a coffee cake at 10 pm? Heck NO. I love to bake, but I don’t like to do it at night when I am dead tired and have a days worth of weariness piled upon my eyelids. But come morning, I will hate the wimpy me more than I will love my fully rested self.
So there you have it – in case you think me a wonder woman. Rocking as a mom usually comes because failure is looming around the corner. It’s true in all of life isn’t it? If you don’t remember to keep your eye out – nearly everything in life can cross the line from good to bad… success or failure. It’s not just parenting, it’s everything. For me however, all too often it’s easy to let the kids slide because the rest of life is pressing in so hard. I just want to catch a break. Just this once. Once moves into twice… and then it snowballs.
Here’s the good news, you Rock Star wanna-bee’s… you don’t have to have your act together. Honest. You merely have to know how to make it work in your favor. True stuff here. I’m not making it up. Nobody really has their act together. It’s all a fancy illusion. It’s like the man behind the cape in the Wizard of Oz. Now that you know the trick – you can rock it too.