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!
Mom confessions don’t always have to revolve around children and parenting. As moms, I’m sure we all have plenty of secrets that we own all by ourselves, apart from motherhood.
Today’s confession is exactly that.
I don’t like vegetables.
I eat plenty of them, I cook them all the time, I love how my body feels when I incorporate a lot of them into my diet, and I make my kids eat them. But I really, really don’t like them.
I can’t even relate the teeniest bit to people who say they love vegetables. I’m a decent cook so I can usually incorporate vegetables into a dish and make them tolerable, but if I’m honest with myself, I just don’t like vegetables. I’d rather have meat and potatoes, thankyouverymuch.
Truthfully, I’m a teeny bit ashamed of it.
So I go through life faking it. I put them on my plate at potlucks. If you were to have dinner with me I’d scarf down my salad or veggie first. But it’s not because I think they’re delicious. It’s because I want to get my veggies out of the way so I can get to the real deliciousness on my plate and finish on a high note.
Anyone else out there a closet vegetable-hater, but you eat them anyway? I feel like that’s the real definition of being a grown-up.
Do you have a confession to make or have you blogged about your own imperfections? Throw off the weight of perfection and join me – confess in the comments!