Brutally honest

Have you ever noticed that we usually show our best side to people? That's obvious... I know. But what we don't think about is that because people only see that "good side" of us, they often think that's all there is to our lives. There are a few blogs I follow where the women seem perfect, there project immaculate, and their children angelic. But what I love about these women is that every now and then they take a picture of their homes in less that perfect order, they post a picture of their children still in their p.j.s in the afternoon, snap a shot of themselves with hair disheveled and no makeup... all that normal stuff that happens here all the time. It gives me hope.

So here is a brutally honest post from our neck of the woods: This summer was going to be nothing but fun with my kids. That was my plan... chores in the morning, fun all day, happy family. Easy enough. NOPE. It is five o'clock and they are still trying, or I am trying (and crying) to get their chores done. Things have been less that peaceful today and I am just ready to fly the coup as soon as the daddy turns the door nob. 

I want my children to grow up to be amazing, hard working, righteous men and women. I guess I am feeling the sand and grit, the exhaustion and weariness that the great sculptors must have felt as they chiseled master pieces of marble from rough blocks of rock. The end result will be well worth the immense effort... I know that. But just as those master sculptors of old must have, I am ending a day with tired muscles and sore heart and I am trying to picture what my little masterpieces will be.