The Good Stuff

I’ve Lived Many Imperfect Days

After abundant time spent with family, copious amounts of  turkey, stuffing and just one (ahem, TEN) too many desserts my little family and I said farewell to a holiday weekend with not only the fullest of bellies, but also the fullest of hearts.  I blubbered shared on Instagram about how I’m not only thankful for the beautiful + blissful moments of motherhood, but the hard ones too. The ones that make you doubt yourself and why anyone in the world would put up with you. So, in keeping with my reminiscent and evocative mood, today I’m sharing with you an entry that I wrote earlier this year and have just sort of held onto until now…

It was early September, he said to me “I don’t know what to get you for your birthday.”

I said, “I don’t need anything honestly, just write me a letter.”


A few short weeks later he handed me a sheet of paper. Not quite the same as the small folded love notes we used to exchange in between classes in high school, but I felt silly with excitement all the same. A heartfelt, tear-inducing, tuck-away-for-safekeeping letter that closed with:

“You cannot live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you” –John Wooden

You have lived many perfect days, I hope we will have many more to come.


It’s July of the following year and I hear crying on the baby monitor.

Our three year old who’s been putting himself to sleep at nap time for months today resists and cries out. Again.  I stand in the middle of the family room floor, committed and clothed to start working out again. I sigh and go to him instead.

A hug. A kiss. A song. A cup of water. Another song. Tucked in. Re-tucked in. Re-tucked in again.  One trip too many up and down the stairs and I feel it take seed: the frustration. This goes on. And on… My thoughts feel abrupt and desperate. Agile, but hasty.

Why won’t he go to sleep? Is this what they call sleep regression? I hate that word: sleep regression. Whoever thought up such a word anyway?  My deliberations swirl. They bubble and pool over, feeding one another — and the frustration grows.  As most boiling cauldrons of thoughts do they stew up the messy stuff. All of it. The stuff that is, but also the stuff that should be…

He is three years old. This shouldn’t be happening still. I should be able to count on just a few minutes a day by now, right? Oh my Lord, I am just… trying… to work out!?

I am angry-cleaning in the kitchen when Nick finds me. Wyatt is just beginning to whimper over the monitor again. He asks gently, “Do you want me to lay with him?”

“Honey, I think we’re at the point where he’s just gonna have to figure it out.”

My voice doesn’t snap but it’s hard, my body tense. I’m already there in that place, he knows it and so do I, but the list of grievances against me are too long now and my emotions have already gotten carried away with themselves. He shares a few thoughts. I (naturally) disagree. Words fly out of my mouth. They sound angry.

“Don’t try and fix this. Just tell me it’s hard!”

I am remiss. There is a significant pause and its presence hangs like a hot humid day, the kind that make you feel nauseous. I can already feel the wave of guilt washing over me.

“It is hard. Really hard,” he says. “But your attitude…” He reaches out and hugs me and I resist only slightly. And then it is clear. Oh so painfully clear.

“I just need…”

“I’m not asking for…”

“I only want…”

I’m not being selfless. I’m being very selfish. I don’t just want to work out. Need to work out. I’m not an athlete or gym junkie… the ‘working out’ part is a metaphor anyway.

I want to do it right now. On my schedule. When I planned it. On my terms.  According to the way I think things should be.

I lean into his hug, embracing its warmth. I can feel the heat my own breath creates against his shoulder and I let my misplaced feelings of indignation melt away. I take a moment to appreciate its comfort but also, its call to be something greater.

“You’re a good mom.” he says. But in that moment? I know I can be better.


As a young mom of two and over three years into this gig I find the whole “validation thing” to be incredibly tricky. You see, I believe — wholeheartedly so — that it’s important that we see each other exactly where we’re at, for what we really are and for what the ‘these are the days’ can sometimes really look like. To make others feel validated or to feel like they are enough. Because ‘these days’ are sometimes really hard — and if for no other reason, because Jesus says we are.

But with magnificent gains in mainstreaming affirmation I’m afraid of becoming entitled. Of masking selfish desires with convincing words, downplaying or omitting all together the wisdom that abounds and glossing over the allegorical sentence in search of the concrete punctuation mark.

Am I the only one?

I want to be validated, but challenged. To be heard, but subdued. To be comforted, but convicted.

Let our words of affirmation for one another do more than pacify us, let them be the seed for the words we’re afraid to let roll off our tongues. And the source for the courage it will take to say them.

You know, for those imperfect days.

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  • Reply
    November 29, 2016 at 12:08 pm

    Oh, gosh, this got me. I really really struggle with forcing people away because they’re not wholeheartedly accepting my hardship and bowing down to me as an unacknowledged martyr. Like my life is so dang hard that if your not recognizing what I’m feeling and really understanding (which. of course, translates to praising) then I want none of it. and gosh, how selfish is that?? (and I’m not even a mom! I have barely sacrificed ANYTHING.)

    This has got to be my favorite posts of yours, ever. I want a marriage as sweet as yours: one with understanding, yet appropriate rebuke unto growth.

    and along side that, I cannot express how thankful I am that we have a standard in the bible. Praise the LORD for that incredible gift!! <3 Happy Thanksgiving,

    • Reply
      Laura Blanton
      November 30, 2016 at 8:55 am

      Thank you so much for taking the time to share this with me Lottie. :) Means SO MUCH!! I think that there is always a place for validation (as opposed to praise) in any given situation such as the one we are discussing — and that if that is one of the main ways you receive love, that it is fundamental even… It’s a dance for sure though, right? ;)

      Also, I definitely hit the jackpot in the marriage department. :)

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    Christina Akin
    November 29, 2016 at 5:32 pm

    Love this! I love following you for your wardrobe posts, but also because you are so real and raw and the world needs more of that.

    • Reply
      Laura Blanton
      November 30, 2016 at 8:57 am

      Thanks so much Christina! :) I continue to wonder if I should hone in on my focus on this little blog of mine — but comments like yours keep me on track. ;)

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        Hannah Johnson
        November 30, 2016 at 3:58 pm

        Laura, thank you so much for this post! It really touched me. And I thought I should say, as I was reading it, I was thinking about how great it is that you have so much variety on your blog. I really like that you write about so many different things, and I can find those thoughts all in one place.

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          Laura Blanton
          November 30, 2016 at 5:20 pm

          Oh thank you so much for commenting Hannah! Your kind words mean so much to me. :) Seriously, thank you!

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    December 3, 2016 at 7:11 pm

    Wow! beautiful writing! Gosh – That frustration – the need to just vent with no solution, no easy to fix to a list of little frustrating adjustments you make to your day’s plan. Solidarity – Our daily ambitions are tempered by the many unanticipated needs of little loveable (and difficult at times) children. I really enjoyed this. :-).

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      Laura Blanton
      December 5, 2016 at 7:55 am

      Thank you so much for your kind words Melkorka. :) And yes, solidarity. :)

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    December 7, 2016 at 12:16 am

    That word…validation…is SO true. I have been a mama for almost 6 years and thats what I struggle with the most! Now as my oldest is able to take over and help SO MUCH am I seeing any results. Hang in there mama…you’re doing a good job, always striving to do better. I told my husband the other night, I want to serve with JOY; him, my children, my family, my circle of influence.

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