Hello my name is Kristin and I’m a Recovering Perfectionist.
Mind you…I don’t think necessarily that I am a complete anal retentive, perfectionist by nature. Yes, I am first born and totally have first born characteristics which can include perfectionism. However I am also okay with a minor to medium mess. I have piles…paper piles, book piles, junk piles, piles, piles, piles. BUT I do NOT want you to mess with my piles…you might mess them up. I am totally my father’s daughter :-). As a kid I was a total slob. Stories of my room have been assigned to Lasher family legend and lore. Case in point, Mom once found a moldy bologna and butter sandwich under my bed. EWWWWW!!!! Yes, it is true that any self respecting person would refuse to eat bologna and butter but I don’t know about the hiding it under the bed part…that’s just nasty. Ok, ok…I admit I had an aneurysm when Kayla first mixed the play dough colors…but through intense rehab I have learned to declinch and go with the flow. I am a natural leader and am created somewhat anal retentive BUT I do believe with my whole heart that I have become more of a perfectionist due to societal demands of perfection. As a matter of fact I do believe that many people, particularly women (I can’t say all but I would wager it’s pretty darned close) feel the pull from outside sources towards perfectionism.
Oh friend…. you know exactly what I am talking about. Ever had someone call to say they are stopping by the house in 10 minutes to drop something off for you and you proceed to spend the next 10 minutes doing the flight of the butterflies cleaning dance. You shove crap into closets, dishes into the dishwasher, toys under beds…you exhaust yourself to try to make a good impression. We want people to believe that yes, in fact our houses are perfectly clean all the time because we are superhuman and can do it all. Then we convince ourselves that the person dropping by doesn’t notice that we greet them at the door sweating like a pig, red faced and panting because we just killed ourselves doing more physical activity in 10 minutes than in the past month. There are totally times I have wished I could be Mrs. Weasley from Harry Potter and could use magic to cook and clean!!! Seriously… how awesome would that be!!!
You cannot relate? OK, how about these… Refuse to go to the store or up to the school or anywhere without make up. Kids can’t leave the house unless their clothes match. Putting on your “church face” for Sunday mornings 10 seconds after screaming like a lunatic in the car. How about working more on your kids school project than you kid does so it looks perfect. Just to name a few…and there are more…oh…so…ridiculously many more!
There is something, somewhere that has pushed us to believe that we have to look perfect, act perfect, have perfect kids who do perfect things. We need to have the perfect house and the perfect friends and the perfect marriage. We need to be perfect people who make perfect meals and say perfect things and have perfect bodies and act perfectly. That is a whole mess of perfect!!!! But campers…it’s all based on a lie. That something, somewhere that pushed us…it’s a big, fat, total, hairy lie. Here’s the lie… Your worth comes from your ability to be or appear perfect. We believe that if we aren’t perfect or at least appear so then we are not worth much or anything at all. And here’s what I know…the drive to perfection leads to worry. We worry about what people think and what others are doing and what others have that we don’t have. We worry about our kids not getting all A’s or not being popular. We worry about the “right” church, the “right” schools, the “right” neighborhood, the “right” clothes. Yes, there are so many other reasons we worry but the drive to perfection is a huge cause. When it comes down to it…we worry because we want to be seen as and considered worthy.
” Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?” Luke 12: 25
Jesus isn’t talking about worry over perfection here…He’s talking about basic human needs…food, clothes, shelter…and worth.
“Consider the ravens: They do now sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds” Luke 12:24
You know…I’ve never met a bird that seemed too worried about life. I doubt Joe the Raven flies home to his nest and tells the Mrs. “Honey…I am SO stressed!” And according to my Bible, God takes care of them and we are MUCH MORE VALUABLE than them. We have worth. We are made in His image and we are worthy because of it!
This world, this society we live in has fed us this lie… that we have to be perfect in certain ways. Oh and we spend so so so much time and energy trying to mask and cover up our imperfections and then we worry if we did a good enough job to fool folk into believing we are perfect. To fool folk into believing we are worthy.
WHAT IF we stopped believing the lie? WHAT IF we didn’t apologize when someone walked into our house. What if we said “Welcome to our crazy home. I have birthed 3 hyperactive, destructive terrorists who obliterate everything they touch and I just don’t have the energy to keep everything clean all the time. In all honesty…this is the cleanest my house has been in 3 months. Just kick stuff out of the way, come on in and have a cup of coffee.” I’m not saying live in like “Hoarders Gone Wild”. Yes, there is a difference between clutter and filthy McNasty….but I am saying, our worth is not determined from how clean or decluttered out house appears.
WHAT IF we owned our wrinkles, gray hair, muffin tops, stretch marks and saggy boobs. I’m not saying don’t take care of yourself. I am all for working out and staying in shape. I am all for looking nice and taken care of. I LOVE getting dressed up for date night with the big, bald, good lookin’ man. I am saying…it happens to all of us. What if we stopped pretending that our bodies don’t change when we make babies and stop pretending that we don’t age. I am a firm believer in inner beauty days. Yes, most are preceded by scary demon mornings…but I am okay with that. If I get on deodorant and get my teeth brushed before going up to volunteer at the boy’s elementary school I consider my morning a success. What if we owned up to the fact that our bra size is a “36 long” and we regularly need bottle hair therapy? What if we wore our stretch marks with pride…like the battle scars they really are? What if we knew our worth was not based on looking like some fake, air brushed picture in a magazine?
WHAT IF we allowed our kids to not be perfect? What if we let them bring in the hot mess science fair project? You know…the one that it is OBVIOUS that the kid did it all themselves. And what if when they look sad because another kid’s project looks perfect (because it is OBVIOUS that Mom and Dad did it) we can build our kids up and tell them how proud we are because THEY did their project and it is perfect because they busted their buns and took responsibility and did it! What if we let them dress themselves in the most hideously clashing, make momma’s eyes roll outfit. Oh the outfits that have come out of this house!!!! The fashion police have given us our own surveillance satellite based off of past hideous wardrobe choices. YES, a certain blonde little lady wore a purple and pink tie-dye long sleeved shirt under a maroon dress with non-matching colored tights and brown shoes. YES, Marsh monkey brothers can’t pick matching clothes to save their lives. YES, I have taken a myriad of superhero costume clad children to the store with me (and half of those costumes had holes in them due to that hyperactive, destructive terrorist thing they have going on). YES, I have (unknowingly) taken a free-balling 4 year old to Easter service and refused to turn around to go home to don a pair of underoos.
WHAT IF we were honest with each other? What if we could talk openly and honestly about life and work and kids and fears and faith and everything else and not have to worry about holding up that image of perfection.
WHAT IF we knew our worth? What if we believed…honestly, truly, whole heartedly believed that we are worth something because we were created as children of God?
Remember…the lie of perfection is just that…a LIE! Perfection only exists in Jesus. I ain’t perfect, you ain’t perfect…ain’t one of us who are God’s kids that are perfect. So let’s start here….. Let’s start with cutting ourselves some slack. I promise to not be perfect 😉 and you promise to not judge me for not being perfect. You promise to not be perfect and I promise to not judge you for not being perfect.
Hi my name is Kristin and I’m a recovering perfectionist. I am a hot mess and so is my house but I know I’m worth the world…because God said so.
Welcome to perfection therapy friends!