"I know, you are perfect"

I am not sure why it was said, but in an awkward facebook message my friend said "you are just perfect". I am pretty sure she just meant that I was doing okay That I was a good mom. Or at least I am going to take it that way. I don't really see her as a person to say mean things. This message has had me thinking for days though. I really made me think of something that has been hitting my heart and
   I have seen a lot of people faking it. I see people use the right facial gestures, wear the right clothes and post the right pictures online. I failed to mention  I sense emotions. I since emotions better than I do anything else. I. I too have had a lot of social emotional issues that I have not really hidden but been very blunt about. Yes,. darn spd, adhd has allowed me to be blunt. and honest. At my age I don't hide it anymore I won't say anything bad about you, but I don't mind airing out my dirty laundry. My husband has to hit my shoulder every now and then and say "no one wants to know about that bruise on your butt" I think it's important but I guess no else does.
     I have issues, I am not perfect. I fart in public places. I have thrown up just about any place I have ever stayed the night. (until recently.) I have cried, I have had days I wanted to give my children away.  I have weeks where my kids eat pb and j more times than I am okay with admitting. I have days I spend more time mixing oils and lotions in the kitchen then I do homeschooling my kids. I have days I can't get off the couch. I have days where I am so sick with SPD I actually have to ask my kids to help me out. My kids are amazing by the way. They do understand and help out a lot.   I have had marital struggles. I have had days my depression was horrible. I have had night my panic attacks so bad I thought I was going to die.
  My healing has come first of all as a healing from God. I will be the first to admit I wish he had just healed me in a blink of an eye or a simple prayer. However God made  me learn how to heal and how to cope. The first thing I have learned to is admit that I am not perfect, I am flawed. I need my savior to heal me, I need my savior to pick me up and hold me. God has been so gracious to me and allowed me to have a wonderful husband, two beautiful girls, a precious dog, two wonderful cat, and a home.  These things have all come at a price. I have gone through stages in my ten years of marriage that some will never go through, I have also been through things that take a lifetime for others to experience.
   Far from perfect I will admit, but then again what is "perfect"? I have a large section couch my dog has claimed as hers. I love to sit in the corner with a weighted blanket and a drink. (coke and my vanilla mixture on ice is awesome) I like to stare at the electric fire insert my husband just put in. I like to sit and watch videos on my iPhone. I like to sit there and and sing. I love to pray and thank God for the millions of blessings he has given to me and my family. We aren't perfect but I call this family. And I will take it.