dear mom you have permission

Yes, you.

You have permission to be you.

You have permission to be not perfect.

You have permission to take time for you.

You have permission to scream at times.

You have permission to fight for you.

You have permission to have bad days.

You have permission to have great days.

You have permission to have no clue what to do next.

You have permission to not always be put together.

You have permission to look awesome.

You have permission to take a break.

You have permission to give yourself grace.

You have permission to not apologize for not having it all together.

You have permission to let the to-do list go.

You have permission to ask for help.

You have permission to need help.

You have permission to give help.

You have permission to speak your heart.

You have permission to fight for your heart.

You have permission to have days where the tears fall.

You have permission to feel like supermom.

You have permission to be late sometimes.

You have permission to get frustrated when the house gets messy that you just cleaned.

You have permission to have an immaculate house.

You have permission to dislike laundry.

You have permission to make educational choices that are best for your family.

You have permission to have a family that doesn’t look perfect.

You have permission to have a family that looks amazing.

You have permission to wear those yoga pants to the grocery store.

You have permission to dance to 90’s music after dinner.

You have permission to serve whatever you’d like for dinner.

You have permission to use paper plates at dinner.

You have permission to be super scheduled.

You have permission to lose the to-do list.

You have permission to take a nap.

You have permission to be happy.

You do.

Sometimes we don’t give ourselves permission to breathe.

Sometimes we don’t give ourselves permission to be.

Permission to just be real.

We just don’t give ourselves much permission to love us in motherhood.

 

But today I’m giving you permission to absolutely celebrate you.

You, right now, the weary wonderful worthy mom.

Yes, you.

Permission, friends, permission.

You have permission to simply be.

You have permission to be enough.

You have permission to look in the mirror and to smile.

You have permission to celebrate you.

You have permission to be proud of you.

 

~Rachel