Perfect mom? Please don’t go there.

See? I often wear no makeup and show up sweaty at Richmond-area events.

The other day I had what is often a recurring conversation with a friend of mine, where she said, “Wow, you’re like the perfect mom! You built this website, you keep things together at home, you have an active social life, and you make it look easy, too! You’re just so put-together.”

After I quickly deflated my head and snapped back into reality I quickly corrected her: we all know this isn’t true, the concept of a perfect mom is a fallacy.

In fact, when talking to the co-creators of The Mom Complex, created by two fabulous ladies at Richmond’s The Martin Agency, we laughed about how this whole concept of “the perfect mom” just puts up a giant, unscalable wall that prevents moms from real talk.

How, for example, we all looked “put-together” (there’s that sneaky term again) at our recent luncheon at Bouchon as we talked about how one of our children smashed a brand-new flat-screen TV with a golf club. How one of our children was sent to school with a note and house key and told either his nanny or another family member would pick him up since mom had to get on an airplane at the last minute. How one of our children named his mommy’s tummy “Sasha” and like to announce that his mama had a big belly at public functions. Loudly.

You see, I am the mom who often packs the lunch then forgets to put the lunchbox into the backpack.

I am the mom who forgot to rsvp for the birthday party and is calling at the last minute, and probably is buying the party girl a gift card while grocery shopping thirty minutes before the party.

I am the mom who forgets it’s Teddy-Bear-Day at preschool and sends sad little child into the school empty-handed (thank you preschool teachers for always being prepared for this).

I am the mom whose cupboards would spew a mountain of plastic containers like volcanic ash when opened, and whose closet could possibly house a small pack of wolves, unnoticed.

I am the mom who forgot to pick up milk at the store, so the kids are mad at me because they can’t have cereal for dinner (yes I do sometimes let them do this. Don’t shoot me.)

So I’m not perfect, which is why I don’t want you to be upset if you run into me in public and I look nothing like this glamorous headshot. I just have really really good photographers.

Thanks, Hayes and Fisk for making me look like a rockstar. Most of the time, I'm really just not.

You’ll likely see me in my favorite pair of jeans with a black blouse on and my Frye cowboy boots, often with little makeup, sweaty and frazzled because I’ve forgotten something for said children, am late getting a story on the site, or have once again misplaced my debit card in my purse that has enough junk in the bottom that I could survive on a desert island with solely it’s contents for at least a week.

So give me a hug. You’re probably much more organized than I am. And that’s okay.

Kate Hall

Kate Hall is the Founder of RichmondMom.com and author of Richmond Rocks and Richmond Rocks Spooky Sequel, two fun history books for kids. She has three children ages eleven to six and is truly appreciative of the 185,000 + visitors who visit the blog every year, and for the amazing team of writers who create unique, valuable content. Kate is thrilled to have created a cool place for Richmond, VA parents to learn, grow, and share while supporting local charities.

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