I love perfection, it's . . . perfect. However, the things i find perfect are . . . a blooming fragrant rose (nature), correct spelling (academics), fingerprintless windows (cleanliness) . . . tangible objects, 100% achievable, realistic pursuits. I believe a dessert chef can ice a cake to perfection, a lawyer try the perfect case & an athlete run the perfect race. So why are we consumed by 'the perfect mother'?? Exactly what is the job description?? Ask your children who is the perfect mother, pretty sure they'll say "you mummy"!! They don't know human beings are flawed, they just love you despite your hiccups.
Now i'm no literary scholar & i feel my cookie analogy isn't flowing as poetically as it did in my head in the oven . . . but this whole perfect mother thing, who exactly are we comparing ourselves with or trying to impress?? Please don't say a celebrity mother. Or the mum at the school gate/ park/ swimming lesson next to you. Mother, remember, you got that title by having your children & their opinion is the only one that matters!! Everyone leads different lives, better, worst, happy, sad, richer, poorer. It's all relative, it changes constantly, you have every chance to be a winner in this mothering game, it's dynamic & some days you make triumphant cookies, other days you miss a child's concert. There is alway time to pick up your game when things are rocky, or ease off when things are smooth.