One that I have seen shared by quite a few people I know is a meme with cute, dainty snacks (think perfectly cut sandwiches shaped like dinosaurs and various fruits and vegetables shaped like critters) and the sentence "How extra are you going to be as a Mom?". Have you seen the one I am talking about?
I tend to let out a silent groan every time I see this. Don't get me wrong, I would love to be that mom that is on top of her game 24/7. But I am not. I am that mom that is scrambling to throw together a lunch 5 minutes before getting kids into the car. I am that mom that has a messy house and has to play catch-up clean night every Friday night once the kids are in bed. I am that mom that will often just grab two socks... if they match it's just a bonus. If you catch me on a good day, you may see the floor of the back seat of my car.
I enjoy putting together neat crafts, but quite honestly I feel that my time is spread thin as it is, and I would rather play with my kids than spend my nights placing raisins in a specific spot for a special snack for each child in my daughter's class. I know God hasn't made a requirement for moms to be perfectly crafty, have a clean house at any point in the day, have children that are perfect angels all the time and get to the gym for 2 hours a day. But still.... at times I feel guilty that I am not reaching the world's standard of an "extra good mom".
I think the problem can be though... we can often get so trapped in the idea that we need to live up to these unattainable standards, that we forget to teach our children what is of utmost importance. That is, to teach our children to love God and through that love, to love others. As a mother to two daughters, I strive to teach my girls that they are beautiful and they are loved, and they are designed by the ultimate Creator with a purpose. I want them to have a personal relationship with God, and due to this relationship to have a beauty that just radiates from within them.
I guess, my point of all this is... from the standard of the world, I am not very "extra mom-ish". But I am enough. God has placed two wonderful children in the care of both Wes and I. And although we mess up, by the grace of God (only by the grace of God) I can move forward and help my children learn from my mistakes. When my girls are old enough to move out on their own, they may not have memories of living in a home straight out of a magazine, and they may not have a childhood that is filled with homemade meals each day and hand stitched clothes. But they will have the power of praying parents behind them and the knowledge that the God of the universe loves them. And that is enough extra to last a lifetime.