tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077151913672187133.post4680158050639317812..comments2024-03-28T01:52:52.878-07:00Comments on life with greyson + parker: good enoughmommykellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697924681816487574noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077151913672187133.post-46267944472888760202015-01-15T10:26:30.655-08:002015-01-15T10:26:30.655-08:00You are such an awesome mum, chrissy!!! Thanks for...You are such an awesome mum, chrissy!!! Thanks for this beautiful post. I also was the person, sometimes shaking their head at moms with screaming. Since I have my little son and I see a screaming child my first thought is: "thank God, it`s not my son right now". And my second thought is: how can I sent an encouraging, understanding smile towards that mom. <br />Reading your blog is always like an enouraging smile toward me, and I thank you so much for that. Love from a recovering perfectionist:-).ChristinaShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12685286923975900066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077151913672187133.post-84804984801026108992015-01-14T13:11:07.724-08:002015-01-14T13:11:07.724-08:00I am really happy you wrote this post. I can rela...I am really happy you wrote this post. I can relate to your desire for perfection. I try so desperately to be thank-up for all of the blessings I have, but find myself wanting more of myself. I beat myself up constantly for not being disciplined enough to lose 20 lbs, be in great shape, home cook meals for the family, be a better employee, be more present with Haydin. I find myself constantly comparing my life to others on Facebook and feeling like I don't measure up. It hurts my heart because I am so very grateful for Haydin, my husband and family and friends. Why do I strive for more? It all comes down to feeling like I am capable of so much more but am just being lazy, or what not. That I could be that much better of a Mom to Haydin if I put down my phone, was more present and did more of the fun Mom pinterest stuff. It all is magnified when it comes to his ASD. Could I do more? Would he be that much more along if I research more, worked with him more, instead of just playing and snuggling. I have never shared this with anyone, but if feels good to know that I am not alone in my striving for perfection with myself. The funny thing is I would never expect that of anyone I love. I love them just the way they are. Why is it so hard to love yourself the way you are? I hope you are enjoying your new home, very happy that they boys have adjusted so well. I know I am a broken record in saying Thank-you, I love this community you have built with your words. Valerie Hackernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077151913672187133.post-81401418774479296402015-01-14T07:39:52.909-08:002015-01-14T07:39:52.909-08:00You, my friend are perfectly imperfect - or imperf...You, my friend are perfectly imperfect - or imperfectly perfect. Your heart is what drew me to you. Anyone who loves like you do, and wants to make the world a better place like you do is nothing short of admirable. You are a zit nosed yoga panted guru and I will be the first in line to drink the Kool-Aide.<br />I have always been a good enough gal. Eh, this house isn't perfect, but its good enough. This station wagon (cross over) isn't the perfect car, but good enough. I wondered if I was settling on too many things. You only go around once, shouldn't you strive for perfect? I'm trying to find the balance and forgive myself for having no desire to put the effort into perfect. I envy perfect - lots. But it sounds overwhelming, Maybe good enough has become my perfect? I think I found happiness in good enough. I hope you can, too.<br />Love & happiness to you, sweet momma xoxo MiracleJen Miraclenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077151913672187133.post-29291621563594911642015-01-14T04:45:58.563-08:002015-01-14T04:45:58.563-08:00You're amazing. Period. End of story.You're amazing. Period. End of story. Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12087302361109815994noreply@blogger.com