Happiness Does Not Equal Perfection

12/23/2016  I’m reposting this as a reminder to enjoy the peace and love of Christmas with your families as Mary did.  I’m quite certain the stable was not perfect.
I catch myself doing it from time to time;  you know, trying to make a holiday or other special day perfect.  I’m certainly not a perfectionist, but for some reason these ideals creep into my mind around holidays like Christmas or Easter and when I am hosting birthday parties for my children.  I find myself getting so caught up in these ideals that it causes me stress which results in my own unhappiness and grumpiness, and worse yet, it steals the happiness from the people whom I am trying to bring joy.  It’s a vicious cycle.

It was the day before Easter Sunday this year when I started feeling it.  I had not slept well the night before, I had to get the kids to an egg hunt, bake the bunny cake (which was a new thing for us this year, but we were all looking forward to it) and dye the eggs.  Not to mention tidy the house in preparation for my brother and his wife who would be here for dinner on Sunday.   Oh, and finish the routine laundry and prepare a regular Saturday dinner.   My daughter entered the kitchen with anticipation inquiring, “Are we dying eggs or baking the bunny cake first?”  I must have worn the stress on my face and probably didn’t realize I let out a frustrated sigh.  That’s when sadness appeared on her face and she said to me, “Why aren’t you happy?”  Whoa!  What?  Yikes, what am I doing?  OK, I know what I need…a power nap, but there is really not time and I just had a cup of coffee so sleep won’t happen.  I really just need to relax and maybe prioritize.  What is the priority?  Eggs or bunny cake?  Neither.  The priority is to build happy memories with my girls.  It is for them to see the love of Jesus as we celebrate Easter, not the grumpiness of Mommy.  We colored the eggs together and then prepared the cake batter.  Things worked out.  Instead of having a homemade dinner that night, we ended up having Chipotle for dinner on our way back from the grocery store, and that’s okay.  I got some other things done while, get this, they decorated the bunny cake all by themselves.  It looked great and tasted delicious!

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The very next week as I was getting my daughter’s 6th Birthday Tea Party ready and I started to feel it again….the desire for it to be perfect.  The day before the party my oldest, confident after the success of the Bunny Cake, made and decorated the birthday cupcakes all by herself.  My birthday girl and I set out the activities and filled the favor bags together.  I had put off buying the flowers and balloons until the day of the party so they would be fresh.  The morning of the tea party, I started feeling the frantic feeling again of having things tidy, prepared and perfect.  My birthday girl was cleaning off the coffee table and brought me a bookmark which she thought was mine so I could put it away. “Keep Calm and Pray”  were the words on the bookmark.  That was all I needed for a reality check.  I said a quick little prayer and remembered that ten years from now, or even tomorrow, it won’t matter if I had the fruit cut in cute little shapes to match the sandwiches. The party doesn’t have to be perfect to bring my sweet little six year old and her friends happiness.

Am I cured?  Will I never again stress about an event or occasion?  Probably not.  I do think I will catch myself early enough to keep calm and pray, and remember that happiness does not equal perfection.

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Praying Dance Mom

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I pray with and for my kids as I’m sure many of you do.  One night as a feis (Irish Dance Competition) was approaching, I was saying bedtime prayers with my daughter.  She just had one more dance to get a 1st so she could move up a level and begin wearing the poofy, blingy skirt and big wig.  She prayed that God would help her with her dance and reluctantly, we prayed for the win.  First we hesitated.  When there is war and cancer and homelessness, is it really okay to pray for a 1st place in a dance competition?  We discussed this, and considered that God wants us to take all things to Him in prayer and petition and that we are ALL important to Him, so we started praying for the win.

A couple of days later she was at the feis and as usual after she checked in and got in the line, I watched and prayed silently over and over again.  I was 0kay with praying for the win.  As the girls stepped out to dance one girl came out and then stopped….she forgot her dance…..she fumbled a bit and then just went back to the line in tears before the dance was over.  I stopped praying for my daughter and even prayed to God saying “We will be ok, don’t worry about us.  Please just take care of that little girl and guide her mom to handle this with care and build her back up.”   A few minutes later it was my daughter’s turn to dance.  She was on fire!  Well, for most of the dance she was on fire.  Near the end I could tell her feet fumbled just a little, but she got right back into it.  Maybe the judge didn’t see her error.  As she came to me after getting off the stage she expressed disappointment.  She could tell the judge was watching her and was impressed until she forgot her step, and yes the judge was still watching her.  She seemed to be handling it well.  I prayed in my head as we walked through the crowd thanking God that my daughter was handling things well and continued to pray for the other little girl who had been crying on stage.

Later when we went to look at results we saw that my daughter placed 3rd in the dance she so desperately needed to place 1st.  She was not surprised, but she was definitely disappointed.  On the drive home that day, as she was eating her traditional after feis M&M Blizzard, I reminded her that God is answering our prayers, but he is saying to her “not yet”.   I noticed for the next week or so that she was somewhat quiet and routine with our bedtime prayers.  She stopped praying about dancing altogether.  Oh no…we should not have prayed for the win.  I set her up to be angry with God.  I also realized that I was underestimating God when I thought he had to forget about her to take care of another girl.  Don’t I know he can do ALL  things and care for ALL of us at the same time?!?!   Oh no.  What have I done?

Two weeks later, early on a sunny August morning, we were on our way into another  feis.  She didn’t want to pray about it in the hotel room.  As she was pulling her Zuca up the sidewalk ahead of me I prayed silently,  “God, whatever happens today, may it bring her closer to You.”  That was all.  That was my simple prayer.  Of course, as she was in line waiting her turn to step out to dance I  continued with my usual prayers for her to have confidence and to do her best, but I didn’t pray for the win.  And my daughter?  She did eventually earn her poofy, blingy skirt and big wig.  In fact,  she is now in her solo dress and wears a tiara in her big wig.  More importantly, she is close to Him.  She prays daily, sometimes with me and sometimes on her own.  The night before every feis she prays aloud for God to be with her as she dances and she prays for all of the other dancers.  My dance mom prayer every feis morning continues to be, “God, whatever happens here today, may it bring her closer to You.”