Part 14 in the series 30 Things I Want My Kids To Know About Me.
Describe 5 weaknesses and strengths you have.
I think I could easily name 5 weaknesses and skip the strengths. Sad but true.
1. My biggest weakness is that I don’t ask for help. Ever. I somehow see this as failure on my part. If I can’t handle being mom, teacher, maid, cook, and all the other hats I wear, then I am failing. Not at all true I know but that is how I am. This even happened when I worked full time. My biggest weakness then was delegating. Because if I just did it all myself I knew it would get done and I knew it would get done right.
2. Schedules. I loathe schedules and routine. I would rather get up when we get up. Do school when we want and just let it all happen. The problem is that life doesn’t work that way. If I left everything up to chance and saying that it will get done when we get to it, nothing would ever get done. Nothing. So I force myself to create a schedule and a routine and stick to it.
3. No schedules. While I hate schedules and this is a definite weakness, in some ways it is also a major strength. I don’t stress out as much when the day doesn’t go as planned. I am able to quickly make adjustments to our schedule to make sure we can still get the things done that need to be done. Plus this allows for more go with the flow fun on the days when we don’t have to follow a schedule.
4. I am a classic middle child and hate conflict. I always want to keep everyone happy. So when asked what I want in any given circumstance, I will answer with what I think everyone else wants. I strive to make sure that both of you kids and your daddy are happy that I don’t give much thought to what I really want. Thankfully at almost 40 years old I have realized that I am allowed to want things that no one else does. It is not up to me to make sure that everyone is happy all the time and there is nothing wrong with doing things that make me happy sometimes.
5. I am confidant. I have struggled rather recently with feeling like I not doing anything of worth or value. But I have never worried that I was ugly. Or fat. Or anything else that so many other women struggle with. At 5 years old, I remember being slightly amused and very proud of the fact that I had to explain to Genghis what fat was. He had never heard those words come out of my mouth while taking about myself. And I hope that Miss Stalin will always know that she is perfect and beautiful just the way she is.