I'm not a perfect mom, but I'm his mom, and gosh do I love it. Giving myself grace as a mother is something I'm working to be better at. Occasionally, I feel like I need to be super mom. Like I have to have the house spotless, the kids without a stain on their shirts from breakfast 🍳 , a home cooked meal in the oven, a new post on the blog, and have my pre-baby jeans on for my man. It wasn't until I started allowing myself to truly be immersed in my perfectly imperfect life that I found peace. Have you ever felt any of this before, or do I sound totally bonkers?