In the last while, it has become increasingly evident to me that my husband and I are officially raising a little boy. The babyhood days are long gone. Even more so, my Liam is turning into a miniature replica of my husband. He throws a baseball straight (unlike me) and hits a mean slap shot. He has a hilarious sense of humour and laughs freely like no one is watching. And, my two-year old, ahem — my husband as well, is seemingly a pickier eater by the day. Okay, okay — they’re not that bad most of the time, but who doesn’t like pot roast?
That being said, I’m not sure I was completely prepared for boyhood with all the dirt, scrapes & bruises, and roughhousing that come with it. Of course, this shouldn’t have come at a surprise to me as I grew up with three brothers of my own. But somewhere between leaving my childhood home and becoming a mom, I have become a little too cautious with safety and hand-washing. On top of that, you will usually find me preoccupied with keeping everyone and everything neat and tidy — which too often hinders my ability to live in the moment.
Don’t get me wrong, as a dietitian I whole-heartily believe food safety and hand-washing are key to preventing food-borne illness.
However, my obsession with cleanliness became a little too apparent the other day when we brought Liam for his first time fishing. Retrospectively, I should have enjoyed the process of Liam exploring and learning how to fish, but instead, I spent the first part of the morning chasing my husband around with hand sanitizer all the while trying to keep Liam out of the mud. Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before I realized how controlling (and slightly crazy) I must have looked, trying to keep two boys from being boys. I needed to find joy, not perfection, in this beautiful, everyday moment of raising a boy. And, I needed to ask God to make this change in my heart as well.
After this, I finally was able to relax a little and enjoy the rest of our “mini” fishing trip. (Which really wasn’t too hard — toddlers have really short attention spans!)
Does this sound familiar? If you’re a “type A” mom like me, how often do we let our micromanaging tendencies steal joy instead of allowing ourselves to enjoy simple moments with family? I urge you… Choose joy today, not perfection.
Here are some of my favourite photo’s from Liam’s first fishing trip:
Liam was super excited to go fishing all morning... that was until we got to the actual pond! It took him several minutes before getting the courage to help daddy fish.
But, he was as content as could be playing in the dirt and throwing the remaining worms into the pond for the fish and birds to eat.
My husband's fishing skills were a little rusty at first. He may or may not have gotten the fishing line caught in the overhanging willow tree on first cast...
Liam being fascinated, but cautious, with ducks, geese, and birds as per usual.
My two, patient fishermen.
Unfortunately, we had to let Liam know that the "fish were sleeping" and would have to try to catch some another day.
We finished the trip with "two chocolate Timbits" — Liam's treat of choice! But not before washing our hands, of course!
How do you plan to live in the moment and choose joy, not perfection, today? Let me know in the comments section below!
Hi! I'm Erin – a follower of Christ, imperfect wife, mama of two, registered dietitian, and independent Beautycounter consultant. Welcome to my blog where I write about intentional motherhood, intuitive eating, inspired discipleship, and whatever else I feel like! I'm so glad you're here.
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