Every week I do a Monday Mom Confession because while we all want the very best for our children, it’s impossible to do everything right all the time. Admitting that is freeing – and it’s also encouraging to other moms in the midst of intense seasons. I’d love for you to join me – share a link to your own confession post in the comments, or just make your confession here! Let’s throw off the weight of perfection and get real around here!
We send Christmas cards every year. I try hard to make sure it’s of the non-braggy variety but I’m sure every year has a different feel – based upon the state of both the writer AND the reader.
Every year there’s also a photo. This was ours this year:
I thought it turned out pretty well. Everyone is smiling and looking at the camera. It’s in focus. Conlan looks like he’s actually a member of our family and isn’t peeking out from behind anyone’s legs like an afterthought in a poorly-placed family pose (we are exceptional at this, BTW).
But here’s the story behind the story: this wasn’t our Christmas photo. We took one, I was happy with it, but that sentiment wasn’t shared by everyone in my family. So just as I was ready to hit “submit” on my Christmas card order, we set up the tripod, went outside in the freezing weather, and ran around the house trying to find clothes to wear for a picture re-take. I was grumpy that we were going through this whole song & dance again. Oh, and Brynna’s shirt is too small and mine and Conlan’s shirts were wrinkled and came out of the bottom of the dirty clothes hamper.
Real life, folks. Keep that in mind as those cards keep rolling in.
Do you have a confession to make? Does your Christmas card have a story? Post your own blog post URL or make your own confession in the comments below!