Jessica is a highly sarcastic mom of two creatures and wife to one highly sarcastic man. Monkey man and Diva are so blessed to have such an awesome ninja like me on their side. How am I a ninja? By God’s grace, I beat down the zombies called postpartum depression and anxiety. On my blog, Really? I’m A Mom?, I fight those zombies regularly by encouraging other moms currently suffering from PPD/PPA. And yes, I did just use God and zombies perfectly in a sentence. You can also stalk me on twitter: @imperfectmomma
Hi, my name is imperfect momma.
Idyllic name for me as…well…I ain’t perfect. Shocking yes I know. Watch out…more pieces of knowledge to be dropped on you throughout this post.
Someone once asked me why I chose that online persona. It’s plain and simple. I have met Mrs (ms, miss…whatever I aint even gonna try and be politically correct). Perfect. And? She is annoying.
She is in fact a good friend of mine. She has breastfed til her kid told her enough. She made all her baby food from scratch. She lost all her baby weight within the first 3 weeks (okay, I’m not sure of that last one but it’s probably true). She now feeds her kid all natural, fresh baked crap. And? Her kid doesn’t watch TV. Maybe some videos here and there, but nothing regularly. In fact, they don’t even have cable. Sad, but very true story.
I love her, but I can’t stand her.
Anyways, this post is not about her…this enigma. Sorry, I get sidetracked a lot. Anyways, this post is about me. Being imperfect – and being okay with that.
With the birth of my second daughter, I developed postpartum depression and anxiety. It screwed with my thinking greatly. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me cause; well…I’m a ninja. And I beat that suhckah down. But during that time, I hated myself. Unjustly.
For example, I thought I was screwing with my kids development because I let them watch TV. A lot. Like, the entire time they are awake? The TV is on type of a lot.
Okay, not really. But still, I felt guilty. I felt like I was a horrible mom.
Another thing? I felt it was the end of the world that my son refuses to eat vegetables. I was scared that his diet is mostly chicken nuggets, cheese sammiches and whatever else I can shove…ahem; I mean get him to eat.
But here’s the thing…that’s not the case. My son gets his food. My son gets his vitamins through gummy vitamins. He is happy and very much well rounded. He is not overweight. In fact, he’s kinda under weight. He loves going out with mommy on errands and play dates. As for my daughter? She is still an 8 month old blob. But she is the same. Happy and very well rounded.
As for the TV? Well, he knows his alphabets thanks to me and a huge thanks to Superwhy. He knows to count to wahteen (thirteen) cause of Sesame Street. Yes, he does have an attention span of a gnat. But you know what? One, his father has ADHD, obviously my son was gonna get it. Two? He is a boy and three? He is two years old.
But here is the best part? During those times he is watching those shows? I get to pee or poop in peace. I can tweet or blog (shoo, I ain’t gonna lie about that awesomeness). I can do my laundry without an extra set of sticky hands. And? I don’t feel guilty anymore.
Why? Cause I may not be perfect, I may use processed food to feed my kids, I may let them watch Elmo and Superwhy and Sprout channel a lot – but they are happy, healthy and know how much I love them.