I am a creative. I don’t say that to brag because, honestly, for most of my life, I’ve thought I was the logical, down-to-earth person. I believe most people think that of me too. I’m reliable. I’m consistent. Therefore I must be logical and normal.
Through my school years, I got my work done on time. I hated being late, having late assignments, or getting a low mark in anything. I was a do-gooder. Actually, I was a people-pleaser. I wanted my Mom to say that she was proud of me. So I worked hard to get good marks in school. If someone said anything bad about me, I would be in tears.
I worked hard to do well in piano. I worked hard to do well in band.
But I worked hard for all the wrong reasons. I didn’t work hard because I loved what I did. Well, not all of it.
I loved music, and I loved Rachmaninoff and Tchaikovsky, the Romantics. But I hated the technique. The chords and scales and the basic theory. I knew it was important but it was always the last thing I’d practice.
Math and science were never my strengths but I forced myself to work hard at them because I wanted to be a vet. A profession that was full of everything I hated, besides the animals.
I honestly am not a structured, organized person. I can pretend I am because I can force myself to be that way. And if I find something that I love, I appear to be disciplined and knowledgeable.
The one thing that I was naturally good at in high school, aside from band, was English. I could read any book I needed to. I had a fair understanding of everything I read. I tolerated dissecting it as was required for my assignments. But give me an essay and I could B.S. my way through that with no problems. I had the talent to combine fiction and non-fiction into essays. My teacher gave me the formula for a good essay and all I had to do was put pen to paper and I knew exactly how to do it.
These days, I write for my mental health. I write to get the thoughts out of my head. But I don’t write all the deep, dark thoughts. There is a time and place for that and blogging it for everyone to see is not my goal. That’s the main reason why I write.
The second reason why I write is that I found I could get paid for my opinions on parenting and fitness. It’s like essay writing in high school all over for me again. I can combine fiction — my life with five kids is not fiction, but I realistically sensationalize what I want to make my point — with non-fiction. I can tell you what I’ve learned about parenting through personal experience and through the information I’ve gathered over the years from books, blogs, podcasts, and speaking to other parents.
I love writing about real life stuff. I want to talk about the messy stuff very few people are talking about, like how hard and annoying parenting can be.
I don’t pretend that I’m a perfect Mom even though I have five kids. Five kids doesn’t make me an expert. Having five kids has shown me how little I know! And it irritates me to read about Moms on Facebook who have two or three kids who think they know it all.
You don’t know it all! Have more kids and you’ll find out you know less than you think!
I don’t pretend that I have an amazing, fit, ripped body even though I’m a certified Personal Trainer.
I workout. I can write amazing workouts for you. I have been really strong. I’ve been close to six pack abs. I’ve done the clean eating thing. But I found out that my life was missing balance. So now I approach fitness from a real life approach. No dieting, just sensible eating. No hour long workouts. But short, intense workouts I can do at home with a kettlebell and TRX. And if I want to eat dessert, I do.
My goal with writing is to tell Moms that it’s ok not to be perfect. There are no perfect mothers out there! There is no bikini body out there that is completely flawless! You don’t have to be perfect to be a “good mom”.
As long as you’re trying, you’re a Good Mom.
We can only do the best we can and that is good enough.