One of the hardest lessons I’ve had to learn in motherhood is that perfection isn’t the goal–and that trying to be a “perfect mom” only wears me down. With a teen juggling competitive cheerleading and homeschooling responsibilities pulling at every moment of the day, I’ve had to be realistic.

Some days, dinner is cereal for everyone, the laundry piles up, and the house isn’t magazine–ready–and that’s okay. What matters most is showing up with love and intentionality, not flawless execution. When I let go of impossible standards, I find more peace, and even my relationships with my daughter and family feel more genuine.

I’m learning that being “good enough” means being present, listening, cheering on those small wins, and forgiving myself on the hard days. Motherhood is imperfect, messy, joyful, and beautiful–and embracing that truth fully has been a gift worth giving myself.

If you’ve struggled with perfectionism as a mom, remember– you are enough, just as you are. How do you practice grace with yourself? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments.