I always have really creative ideas. Or, somebody else has them and I want to implement them. Especially when it comes to holidays and my kiddo.
Easter this year, pandemic style, was a classic example of intention versus failure. The failure won out big time. If Parker’s grandmother hadn’t sent some eggs, we wouldn’t have even had a mini Easter egg hunt. So, there’s a win from Grandma.
I had bought an umbrella a while ago, to make that the Easter “basket” and fill it with all sorts of fun goodies. It rained a couple of weeks ago, so Parks got her umbrella early and I never ended up buying anything else to fill it. My friend, Sarah, bought Parks a present, so fortunately I had that as well. (And, yes, I bought her daughter a little something… my continued failure means I haven’t actually taken it over to the house yet… whoops)
I saw all these pics from folks on IG/FB where they did all these cute Easter baskets and presents and who knows what else and absolutely did fall down the rabbit hole of comparison. I’m so not a good mom because I didn’t have a basket for Parks and blah blah blah.
Ok, one. She’s two. This is not going to make or break her life. Let’s get real.
And two. I’m not a bad mom period because of this, but reinsert point one here as a super clear point on that one.
Sorry, Parks. Your pictures from Pandemic Easter will include a nice family picture and a video of a tiny Easter egg hunt that only came to fruition because somebody else gave us the goodies to make that happen.
Reality check.
That’s ok. It’s all just ok. Maybe if she were older and actually knew what was happening, I’d have cared a little more to get it done, somehow, someway sooner.
But, in this time, with all that’s going on, it just wasn’t where my energy needed to be. Props to the moms who made it happen and were able to divert some energy to making it happen. You have some awesome videos and pictures that I really enjoyed viewing.
And to the moms much more like me this year: lose the comparison. It’s all just ok. This does not make you (or me) a bad mom in any way, shape, or form. Everybody has different strengths and right now, this is just not one of mine.
So, for now, I’m going to give up my dream of becoming a Pinterest Mom. (Ok, we all know that was never a dream because I don’t have the patience for that ish, but the thought is there…)
I’m going to just go right on ahead and keep on being the banging mom that I am.
And all of it, no matter what, is perfectly fine.
Because that’s pandemic life, much less real life.
It’s all just fine.