Most of the time, comparing ourselves to Barbie is...well...negative. I am not skinny like her, I don't have big boobies like her, I can't walk in high heels like her, yada yada yada. But, I wanna get real here! Shes plastic! I mean, sure she is portrayed as having a perfect body, health, life, career(s), man, etc... but, in REALITY, she would want to be more like me. If plastic could think and talk, she'd tell you that despite the not so skinny frame, the sagging...well, never mind that one, the not so high heels and such, my life looks more appealing than hers.
For starters, I am sure she spent the weekend naked, in the bottom of the closet with body parts detached. Don't you just hate it when that happens! I am sure she would rather have spent her time like I did...chasing, feeding, changing, singing to, rocking, pinching, smacking and laughing at my grand babies. Barbie doesn't get to do that. How sad for her.
Yes, my house was a t-total wreck. Yes, there was pbj squished on my hardwood floor. Yes, I smacked Moo's fanny a hundred times for climbing upon and sitting in the middle of the dining table. Yes, they cried, screamed, spit and occasionally stunk. I wouldn't trade any one's idea of a perfect "Barbie World" life for the chaos that graces my house when the family visits. In all of that overwhelming mess, I find perfection.
A place where waist size, shoe preference, clean floors and serenity do not matter. Chunk smiles and coos at me, Moo sits in my lap to sing and rock, Kimb destroys the kitchen while cooking, Leah retreats to the peace of her bedroom and RJ does his best to survive it all. That is my place of perfection. Life would be lonely without these blessings God has bestowed upon me. I am so thankful for it all.
I am thinking that a weekend with my man, bbg's and gbbg's (baby girls / grand baby girls) is way more perfect than laying naked in the bottom of a closet under all of the toys and dirty clothes with an arm missing...or worse. So, Barbie can have her doll world and I will keep my REALITY.
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