Before leaving on a vacation to Walt Disney World, our favorite vacation spot, I researched the new rides since our last trip to see the famous mouse. However, on this particular trip, there was a new ride called Dinosaur that I didn’t bother researching. My kids were 11, 8, and 6 at the time so in my mom heart, I knew they would love this ride.
After boarding the Dinosaur ride located in Animal Kingdom, I immediately regretted not looking into this ride further. We were transported into a dark and creepy, prehistoric forest that put is in the midst of dangerous dinosaurs. The all-terrain vehicle took us past dinosaurs, each scarier than the last. All extremely life-like. I should have expected nothing less from Disney.
As we turned a blind corner, we came upon an enormous dinosaur with a deafening roar that towered over the vehicle. It was then I realized my six-year-old son had the worst seat on the ride. The dinosaur’s mouth was headed right for him. Since I was behind my son on the other side of the vehicle, I could do nothing to comfort him. Fortunately, the ride quickly diverted away from the dinosaur and moved on. From where I sat, my son seemed fine so I breathed a sigh of relief he would not be traumatized for life.
When we finally reached the end of the ride, my son bolted from the vehicle. Thinking he was excited about getting to the next ride quickly, my husband ran after him to avoid losing him in the midst of the crowd outside. Meanwhile, I made my way to the area where our ride picture awaited viewing.
As soon as I saw the picture, I realized it was snapped at the point when the enormous dinosaur “threatened” my son. My son’s face was one of sheer terror. The impending doom he felt was obvious. The picture showed a boy convinced he was about to become the dino-lunch special.
I suddenly realized my son had sprinted from the building to get away from the danger. Now a perfect mom would have immediately left the area to find her son and assure him there are no longer any dinosaurs. To sooth his fears and let him know he was safe because mommy would never let anything happen to him.
However, I’m not a perfect mom. Being imperfect, I took one look at the picture and dissolved into a fit of laughter. I yelled for my husband to come back because “you have to see this picture.” He dragged our son back into the building that held the threat in order to look at this classic picture. Being an imperfect dad, he doubled over with laughter. We snorted, chortled, guffawed, and laughed until tears were streaming down our faces and our stomachs hurt. Needless to say, we bought the picture.
This is only 1 moment of many where my imperfections have stood out. To be perfectly honest I’ve also shown I’m imperfect when…..
……..my kid’s behavior is so mortifying in public, I want to pretend she’s lost and I’m merely trying to help her find her mommy.
……..my smoke alarm announces supper before I can.
……..vacations have sometimes felt like a prison sentence with 5 smelly, selfish, surly inmates and I’m the ringleader.
……..my bathroom has been so dirty, I’m relieved everyone is up-to-date on their shots.
……..I look at my reflection in horror in the morning and wonder if there was a gravity surge while in the shower.
Recently, I had the opportunity to read Jill Savage’s newest book, “No More Perfect Moms.” Her honesty and willingness to be “real” made me realize I’m not alone in my imperfections. Although we have high expectations for ourselves and others, we need to realize nobody is perfect.
- A call to change our expectations.
- A call to accept ourselves and our imperfections.
- A call to accept others and our differences.
- A call to drop the perfection infection and enjoy life as it is now in all its imperfect glory.
- A call to end all mommy wars.
As moms, we do our best to give our kids the best lives possible. However, there will be mistakes. There will be things we wish we could “do over.” And even times we wish we would have researched a dinosaur ride better. But be encouraged. Our imperfect moments can become great memories.
The infamous “Dinosaur” picture is a family favorite. Even for my son who is now 11. It’s picture-proof of my imperfections. But after reading this book, I can now say, “I’m an imperfect mom and I’m okay with that.”
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