About ten years ago, I bought several books on Christmas. Martha Stewart's Handmade Christmas was one of them. It is a lovely book with tons of entertaining and decorating ideas done up as only Martha and her team of little elves can do.
Today as I was laying in bed cuddling with my daughter, I looked over at the bookshelf and saw this book. I realized that this was the first year in 10 years that I didn't pull it out and search the pages for decorating ideas or recipes.
In the past, I felt like I was always trying to measure up to someone else's standard. I was always trying to make my family as perfect as my best friend's, whose mother is the real Betty Crocker. I was trying to be as artistic and creative as our favorite domestic goddess, Martha Stewart, or better yet, my friend, Liz Pope, who so desparately needs to write a cookbook, get noticed by the Food Network and start her own TV show. I can see it now....Entertaining with the Pope....although she went and got married, so she isn't a Pope anymore. Hmmmmm
Oh well, I guess I'm content with my life, my husband, my bonus sons and my daughter. I'm content with my little house in south Louisiana and my situation. Sure I get frustrated with my job, how dirty the house gets and relationships, but overall, I have a great life. I am truly blessed! No need to be Martha Stewart after all.