One of my favorite scenes in Mary Poppins is when she has just met the Banks children, and she measures them with a tape measure which is printed with attributes about them right at their heights. When Mary Poppins is then measured, the tape measure reads, “Practically Perfect in Every Way.”
I’m here to say – I’m no Mary Poppins.
While I think that I have been pretty up front with my lack of perfection here on my blog, I still remember a time when a friend told me that she thought she would have to stop reading my blog. When I asked her why, she said it was because it made her feel bad. It was then that I decided I needed to be a lot more real. I needed to share my imperfections. And I did.
However, it hit me the other night. After almost four years of blogging, I recognize one major thing that my blog is documenting. And, while I knew I was documenting it, I didn’t really share it. I think I wanted to look like something that I wasn’t.
So, here’s where I admit that I am pretty much a domestic flunkie.
While I love my Mom (on top of being an amazing Mom, she’s also one of my best friends), growing up, she was a super Mom that did things for us. While I loved it for the easy life it gave me, I have also realized as an adult that there was a lot of learning that I missed out on. From proper cleaning to cooking to money management to laundry, and a whole lot in between. I loved that I didn’t have to worry about these things growing up, but it also meant that when I was married at 19 and never having lived on my own, there were a whole lot of things that I didn’t know how to do.
Leading up to my wedding, Mom wrote out some favorite recipes for me, though we ended up eating an awful lot of Macaroni and Cheese and Dinty Moore Beef Stew. She also gave me a crash course in laundry a week before the wedding, although I got confused and spent years washing our towels in cold water (and then wondered why they never seemed clean enough).
And you know what? I spent many years of married life as that domestic flunkie. Our house was dirty, we ate junk, and I generally steered clear of most domestic arts. I was busy with college, and just didn’t much care about those kinds of things.
In recent years, I think of myself more of a domestic wannabe. I audibly celebrate when I learn a new skill (like embroidery or making an ice ring for the punch bowl), master a recipe (or even just successfully make it on the first try), or manage to actually grow things in my garden. I may walk around the house excitedly showing everyone, “Look what I did!” like a proud kindergartner. And, sadly, though I am 33 years old, I have never made scrambled eggs because it still kind of scares me a little.
This is what I realized the other night — while I didn’t start this blog with the intention of showing my growth as a homemaker, that is one of the major things my blog is about. It’s just that I realized I never shared that with all of you. I tried to make myself look like I was a domestic pro, but I’m not. I’m a reforming domestic flunkie who is trying to grow into the woman that I think God called me to be, but I was embarrassed to admit it.
This is why all of the recipes I post are easily accessible for even a beginning cook. And this is why the hats I’ve made are all done on the Knifty Knitter. I’ve spent the last five years or so trying to make baby steps towards domesticity.
So, will you still love me if I’m not practically perfect in every way?
Will you still read if you know that when I make muffins from scratch, I may dance around the kitchen and say, “I rock!”?
Will you think of me in the same way if you know that this blog is me documenting our lives, just as they are now, even though that means that it’s not me being super domestic, but just trying to grow in that way?
I hope you still will.
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