I have spent two wonderful days soaking up the warm sun on the beach during the morning, reading and loving my home in the afternoon.
The most memorable thing that happened was that my darling Aunt Corrie, in Cape Town, celebrated her 94th birthday on the 15th!
She is the longest surviving member of my family and now is the same age as my mom was when she died! I wish I could have been there to wish her in person, but thoughts and love were sent her way.
The following was copied off a post by Kerieen Deodutt Lucas, and after reading it, thought I would include my observations of a similar experience the Aqua girls had one morning.
We were in the middle of a class when we noticed a small girl getting into the pool in the last lane. Her companion, a long pool noodle. She was around 8 or nine years old and had to be accompanied by her parent or other adult, but she was alone.
An attendant was notified and before too long the mother was located upstairs. She was more than annoyed at being interrupted from her class but came down to sit on the bench while her daughter played in water that was too deep for her.
The entire time this little girl tried to get her mom to interact with her, but no. She was scrolling on her cell phone and paid absolutely no attention to the requests from her child. I can’t tell you how sad I felt inside.
This article is well written and thought provoking on so many levels.
A few days ago while at the pool I watched a young Mama and her little daughter enter the pool area dressed in very nice coordinating swimming suits. The mom, with her perfect loose curls tied up in a coordinating scarf, spent the first few minutes talking loudly on her phone to a friend while her daughter stood waiting to get into the pool. Mom ended the phone call and proceeded to spread out pool toys and sunscreen on a matching towel. Then after finding just the right angle and the right light, Mama pulled out her tripod and took a few selfies with her daughter. Little One asked to get in the pool. Mama said wait and then posed her daughter in front the pool, then going in to the pool and then coming back out of the pool. Little one smiled big and said “cheese” like she’d done it a million times. Then Mama told her she could play. Little One walked in and swam around for a couple of minutes. Mama called a friend on her phone and began another conversation while Little One politely and repeatedly asked “Mama, can you come in the water with me, please?” She was ignored. “Mama, come play with me?” she asked 4 more times. Mama glanced over at her but never got off the phone. After 10 minutes Mama ended her call, collected the sunscreen that was never applied, the water toys that never touched the water, and then her daughter and left the pool.
I sat there thinking about what I’d witnessed for awhile afterwards. I imagined the photos she took being perfectly edited and posted to social media with a caption like “Pool time with my girly! #Makingmemories“.Somewhere another Mama is going to be at home with her children, the house a mess from their play, her hair unruly from a day of mothering and her clothes dirty with spit up or peanut butter. She’s going to be tired because she’s spent her day cooking, caring, cleaning and playing with her children. She’s going to look at that photo and she is going to compare herself to the perfect Mama at the pool. The Adversary is going to whisper into her ear “you aren’t good enough… You don’t look like that Mama at the pool… You don’t have money to buy expensive swimming suits like that and you don’t have time to make memories like she is” and that young Mama is going to believe it. She’s going to feel like a failure. She’ll never know that how she spent her time that day was so much better in her children’s eyes than that “perfect Mama” at the pool.
What we see on Social Media isn't always real. Sometimes it's a complete set-up. It's staged and filtered and it's counterfeit.
Sometimes we do see absolutely real photos of vacations and beautiful homes and freshly done hair but it’s only ONE moment. It’s the very best moment out of a whole day spent much like our own. Working, cleaning, and messes…
Mamas, don’t compare yourself. You ARE enough! You are amazing and the very best part is that you are REAL! Your dirty shirt and your messy house and your happy children are real and they are proof that you are doing it right!
