28 July 2025
Motherhood. That one word stirs up a whirlwind of emotions—love, joy, pride, exhaustion, guilt, anxiety, and more. Let’s be honest, being a mom is one of the most rewarding yet challenging roles we’ll ever have. It can feel like you’re juggling flaming batons while riding a unicycle on a tightrope—blindfolded. Sound dramatic? Maybe. But if you’re a mom, you know it's not too far off.
And amidst the chaos, we try to hold it all together. We plan, we organize, we try to control every little detail so things don’t fall apart. But the truth is, they do… and that’s okay. Because motherhood isn’t about perfection. It’s about connection. It’s about being present, not perfect.
In this article, we’re diving deep into the painful but beautiful truth of letting go of control and embracing the perfect mess that is motherhood.
But let’s take a pause here. That version? That’s the highlight reel—not real life.
The myth of the “supermom” has us believing that in order to be a good mother, we have to be everything to everyone, all the time. That anything less is failure. And that, my friend, is simply not true.
What that belief does is create guilt. A whole lot of unnecessary guilt. When you can’t do it all (because surprise, no one can), you feel like you're somehow falling short.
But motherhood isn't about checking off every box. It’s about showing up. With love. With patience. With an open heart—even when the house is a mess and dinner is frozen chicken nuggets.
Control often comes from a place of love and fear mixed together. We want the best for our kids. We want to protect them. We want to make their lives easier. And sometimes, we think the only way to do that is by tightening the reins.
But here’s the twist: Control doesn’t equal security. It actually creates stress—for you and your kids.
Think about it. Have you ever obsessed over the perfect bedtime routine, only to find that everyone ends up cranky anyway? Or micromanaged a playdate schedule that ends in tears because the kids just wanted to do their own thing?
Trying to control everything is exhausting. It’s like trying to hold water in your hands—the tighter you grip, the more it slips away.
Your toddler will throw a tantrum in the grocery store.
Your teenager will ignore your advice no matter how wise.
Dinner will burn.
Laundry will pile.
Plans will change.
And no amount of planning can prevent that. So what’s the answer? Surrender.
Now, I don’t mean give up. I mean lean in. Breathe. Accept that you can’t control everything—and that you don’t have to.
Surrendering is a strength, not a weakness. It’s saying, “This is hard, and I’m doing my best.” It’s allowing yourself grace. It’s seeing the beauty in real life—not life with filters.
When you embrace imperfection, you teach your kids something powerful—that it’s okay to make mistakes, to try, to fall, to get back up. You show them that love isn’t conditional on achievement or appearance. It’s constant. Steady. Real.
There’s so much freedom in letting go of the need to be perfect. You laugh more. You connect more. You feel more human.
Remember, perfection builds walls, but vulnerability builds bridges.
Kids don’t need perfect moms. They need present ones. They need a mom who sees them, listens to them, laughs with them, cries with them.
Letting go of control doesn’t mean letting go of care. It means choosing peace over perfection. It means replacing rigidity with flexibility. And that shift? It changes everything.
Then, my six-year-old stepped into the kitchen and said, “Mom, wanna snuggle instead?”
I paused. The pasta was boiling over. The dog had chewed a crayon. But I turned off the stove and said yes.
We sat on the couch, arms wrapped around each other, and for a moment, the world stopped spinning.
That—that—was motherhood.
Not the dinner. Not the mess. That connection.
When we let go of control, we open ourselves up to deeper bonds, louder laughter, and softer hearts. We start to see that the imperfections are where the memories live. The spilled juice. The unfinished craft. The tearful hugs. That’s real life. That’s real love.
So, to the mama reading this:
You’re enough. Right now. Just as you are.
Let go of the pressure. Let go of the guilt. Let go of the need to have it all together.
And instead, hold tight to the little hands that reach for yours. To the bedtime giggles. To the perfectly imperfect beauty of being Mom.
Because you’ve got this—even when it feels like you don’t.
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MotherhoodAuthor:
Noah Sawyer