
Now, being a wife and mother, I realize that isn't the life for me. I thought back to high school and remembered once saying that I wanted to be June Cleaver. The perfect house wife and mother. Never a hair out of place, perfectly dressed and always wearing an apron to be ready to bake at a moments notice. She had so much energy, always had the perfect advice for her children and her husband always looked so darned happy. I didn't want to be a CEO or a successful lawyer. I wanted to be... perfect.

Well, I'm not. It made me wonder what fictional television mother I was more like. Rosanne Arnold? Peggy Bundy? Claire Huxtable?



Nope. None of the above.
I keep trying to be the perfect house wife, at which I fail terribly. The perfect mother, which I do my very best. Perfect daughter, friend, sister. I can do my best to be June Cleaver but it will be my version of June Cleaver. A little of her and a little of me. But right now during these hard times, I will just have to settle for being me.

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