Whether you're a regular Life of a Pint-Sized Mama reader or you stumbled across my blog for the first time today, I hope that it's easy to see that I like to keep things real around here.
- I am not the perfect mom. I have unrealistic expectations of my 16 month old, I get frustrated easily, and I ignore when instead I should discipline. (That's not an exclusive list, by the way.)
- I literally don't remember the last time I mopped my floor. No joke.
- I don't have life with Jesus figured out, and I often strive when I should just be still.
- I yell at my husband, I talk too much, and please never go into my bedroom because it's the "oh crap, people are coming over, hide everything under the bed" kind of room.
- And most of the pictures I take end up looking something like this:
I try think carefully about the words and even the pictures that go on this blog. Am I trying to share a perfect life? Am I aiming to inspire women to lean on God's grace, all the while putting out an image that I've somehow arrived? I sure hope not. And I'm truly sorry if I've ever done that.
I try to consider this even when posting a recipe. Cooking is so not my forte, and just thinking about food can stress me out. So the reason I share recipes is for women (like me) who don't easily find their way around the kitchen. I never want to post recipes to try to fool my readers into thinking I'm a domestic goddess. Truly, frozen pizza is my saving grace.
So coming up, I'm starting a series called "A Little Grace for the Mamas." I'll be sharing some funny, and some serious, moments where I've needed grace. Or still need grace. Or maybe I'll give a little grace to the mom who needs to receive it. I hope it blesses you, and I hope it continues to challenge me to lean only on Jesus. I'm pretty much a basket case without Him.