Instagram vs Reality
I think it’s safe to say we live in a world enveloped by social media. In my opinion, I feel as if a lot of influence stems from social media, especially Instagram. We stumble upon funny memes titled “Instagram vs Reality” and they’re pretty darn accurate. However, some things we stumble upon can be discouraging.
I haven’t stayed true to my “workout” regimen like I’ve wanted, so over the weekend, I decided that on Monday morning I was going to start at it again. We successfully got out the door and started on our 2-mile extravaganza, all before 9:00! Heck yeah. Not once did I think about getting dressed up in fancy workout attire just to walk 2 miles and sweat like crazy.
When we returned home, little man had woken up from his nap cranky and hungry. I was hot and sweaty so the first thing I did was throw off my t-shirt. I cuddled up baby James and sat down to nurse him. Somehow, Paisley got ahold of my phone and started snapping pictures of me nursing James. I anxiously asked for her to return my phone to me, because come on, who knows how many times she clicked that shutter button!
When I looked through the burst of pictures she had taken, I saw more than just an annoying abundance of unwanted pictures. I saw reality: messy-ish house, sweaty mom sipping a cold cup of coffee, and little baby still in his PJ’s. While scrolling through the pictures Paisley captured, I started to think about the Instagram accounts I follow, especially the Moms. Their pristinely put-together, picture perfect lives. Hair and makeup done, house in perfect condition with not a single toy or piece of laundry in sight. Everything seems so perfect, right? Well yeah, because it’s Instagram, and that is nowhere near reality.
Sometimes, seeing pristinely put together images of “motherhood” can be discouraging. We get lost in what we want it to look like, rather than what it actually looks like.
The reality is that Instagram is not reality. Motherhood is messy, and it’s not always pretty, or picture perfect. In today’s world we are so easily influenced by what we see on social media that we tend to think that that’s how it should look. My mission when James was born was to enjoy the ride. Instead of stressing about the mess, I wanted to embrace it. Messes will come and go, but time with your children will not. The time is right now, and I don’t want to spend that time stressing about how my house looks or if my makeup is perfect. I can promise you, your children don’t care about those things either.