Because there is real life.
And real life is often messy.
We all mother differently.
We are different.
Mothers are never going to be all alike.
Do you know what? We may mother totally different and our kids might end up falling in love with each other. Our kids aren’t our chance to make a statement – our kids are little humans that we are blessed with the opportunity to raise and teach about life and share our values with.
You, right now, as a mother, are incredibly important. And not because you follow every rule in the mothering book or because your child fits perfectly or is above what to do in the What to Expect the First Year book. That’s a thing. You are important for the little things that you do.
Do you know what those little things are?
They are those times when you get up in the morning after three hours of sleep and push brew on your Keurig and hug the cranky three year old that comes down the stairs who has declared today to be the worst day ever because his toast isn’t ready yet. They are the moments when you humble yourself to those around you and admit that your life really isn’t that perfect and that you fear things and that you need help. They are the times when you buckle all the kids in the car after they’ve been pushing every single button and you back out of your driveway with tears in your eyes and you regain perspective. They are the times when you go to work and you say good bye to your crying toddler and you work hard for the food on your table.
Motherhood gold stars need to be passed out for the little pulling up your boot strap moments when you think you have no strength left and yet you somehow manage to tuck the six year old in at night and say prayers and kiss the top of his forehead. They need to be for the times when you simply let the tears fall and invite the friend into your home and you share your heart. They are for those moments when the child is sick and you are worn and yet you still manage to smile. Or laugh.
Those things matter.
So all of these agendas and posts about what is the appropriate way to dress or be or what our children see – they’re only opinions. And this is my opinion as well. And my opinion?
Lets focus on the strength of moms and not the rules.
Lets celebrate our friends for who they are and love them for where they are and not get caught up in making our kids perfect but lets instead admit that we are all real. Our kids will mess up. We’ll mess up. Our lives may not look like the Hallmark card. That doesn’t mean failing.
It’s just life.
So we try. We be the best we can be in the moment. And we live with grace.
So to you the mother right now sitting here reading these words and trying to remember that scraping jelly out of a jar and wiping booger noses and reading off spelling words and talking with teachers and all of that matters – I tell you it does. Yes, yes, yes, it does.
Hold your head high.
Motherhood isn’t always easy. It’s work. There are the moments of beauty that we’re all blessed to share. Moments that make the Hallmark cards look weak. And there are the moments of worry, anxiety, pain, and sadness too. We all have them smooshed together into a story called our life.
Carry on brave mother whose life isn’t perfect. Carry on brave mother whose heart may hurt. Carry on brave mother whose kids are struggling right now and she’s fighting for their hearts. Carry on brave mother who feels all alone. Carry on brave mother who has had no sleep and yet has a full day of work to do. Carry on brave mother who worries about money and bills. Carry on brave mother who is just simply tired. Carry on brave mother not for how perfect your life is but rather for how perfect it is that you have the bravery to keep on going.
One foot. In front of the other. After another. After another.
Carry on brave mother.
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