Scads of women are addicted to it. I have been drawn into its magnetic force as well. It is a powerful thing. Pinterest.
It is so much fun to browse through the pages and pages and pages of Pinterest, letting your imagination go wild with ideas and dreams. I can easily go into creativity overload if I’m not careful. Pinterest is wonderful for inspiring, generating ideas, and making me giggle.
However, there is a dark side of Pinterest.
At the root, Pinterest can bring jealousy, discontentment, greed, and covetousness.
I said enough. So, I quit.
I quit looking at the beautiful pictures of homes on Pinterest.
I quit looking at other moms through the computer screen and allowing jealousy to sit in my heart. Rather, I saw them as Christ sees them: a mother who may be struggling just like me.
I quit wishing my home was different. I work hard to keep it clean and tidy. I work hard to do laundry for six people. I work hard to wash dishes and cook meals. I work hard to make my home a place of safety and happiness. I quit comparing my life and what I have with the skewed image of Pinterest (or magazines).
I quit reading blogs that were dragging me down. They may have had humor, but there was enough negativity about motherhood that I couldn’t partake in that anymore. I don’t have room for negativity.
And please don’t think that I have just turned my back on the joy and limitless resources that Pinterest offers. I love it for helping me plan birthday parties and come up with creative ideas for preschool. I just have to limit myself and the time I spend there. If you want to see the “joke” of a pinterest addiction, google “pinterest addiction pictures.” It probably is meant for humor, but it made me sad.
While I spent time scrolling through Pinterest, I started to feel the weight of discontentment. I saw the well-dressed children playing in perfect, tidy, organized playrooms, with beautiful smiles. And jealousy took root in my heart. It made me less-happy with the life I live. It made me question myself and what kind of mother I am.
I have days that my kids get out every bin of toys and struggle to put things away. I watch them, and they will put a toy or two away, then get distracted by playing with another. I’ve had to learn to tell them to slow down and help pick up before moving on.
I also have days that I forget to put the clean laundry away.
There are days that I feel like I haven’t taught my children anything great, except where I hide the chocolate in the freezer.
And in those days, I see beauty in the smallest things. My 2-year-old will just come and wrap her tiny arms around my neck and hold me close in a hug and then kiss me. My 4 year old will say, “Mama, I like you.” My 5 year old will hug me and say, “I love you, Mama. Thanks for washing my shirt.” And my 7 year old will comment on my outfit (that I’m worried makes me look bad), “You couldn’t look bad in anything.”
Seriously! These tiny people are amazing. I love them more than words can say.
I found beauty in my world when I quit comparing myself to those around me. I chose to do what I know is best for my family in the best way that I can.
Colossians 3:23-24 says, “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.” NIV
Motherhood can feel like a thankless, never-ending job. (Laundry, anyone?) Yet we are called to work with “all your heart, as working for the Lord.” The part that gets me is this: “Whatever you do.” That means everything you do should be for Christ. It is difficult for me to clean the toilet and think that I am doing it for the Lord. It is difficult for me to fold clothes with the best attitude all the time. Especially when I am certain I just washed and folded a shirt that was never actually worn.
I challenge moms to follow in my footsteps. I say quit. Quit Pinterest. Quit judging others based on what you see. Quit trying to be so focused on the world. Focus on the beauty of the faces in your home, because they are energy and life. Enjoy the toy-covered floor, because soon enough it will be empty of toys forever. Sing praises as you pick each toy up and put it away. Enjoy the books piled high and scattered, because it is evidence of active and curious minds. Enjoy the laundry and dishes, because it shows that you have food and clothes on a daily basis. Take joy in cleaning up tiny pieces of paper, because your preschooler has been practicing his/her use of scissors.
I need those reminders as well, on those days when things just aren’t going the way I would like. There will always be those days. And when I complain, I will look to one of you to remind me to see the joy in those small moments!