A Letter To My Mom Friends

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an open letter to my mom friends

Dear Mom Friends,

I think it’s time you stopped being so hard on yourselves and realized how amazing you all truly are.

You see, I’ve been watching you for the past few years and it’s come to my attention that you don’t see yourselves in the same way everyone else sees you.  In fact, the mirror your reflection comes from is completely distorted.

When you see a lazy outfit of jeans, t-shirt, hat and flip flops for school drop off – I see a mom who is beach chic.  Taking this whole motherhood thing to heart with grace and style.  When you feel like you are going insane because the kids refuse to stop melting down and are never as “perfect” as the ones you see on Facebook – I see a mom with patience that doesn’t quit.  Patience I wish I had!

When people comment that you’ve got your hands full and look tired and it makes you feel like absolute crap because you ARE tired and wish you had five more sets of hands – I want to defend you and say you’re AMAZING!

You’ve kept these tiny humans alive and have even taught them the ways of the world.

You’re guiding the tiny minds of the future and that takes more energy than most could even fathom or remember {for the little old ladies who think us “moms today” can’t get it together}

I want you to know that I see you moms.  I see your struggles and your triumphs.  I’m right there in the trenches with you, cheering you on and hoping to solve the never-ending barrage of problems that present themselves each and every day.

So take heart my mom friends.

Give yourselves some grace, you’ve EARNED it.

When I look back on my childhood I honestly don’t remember if the bathroom was super clean.  I don’t remember if the dishes were always done.  I don’t remember if there was laundry left in the washer for days at a time.

But I do remember my mom.

I remember her always being there.  I remember my mom taking time for herself in the morning.  I really don’t remember if she wore anything beyond sweatpants to walk me to the bus stop. But I do remember her working hard for me and my family.

Stop for a second and try to remember your childhood.  Think about all of the things you stress about on a daily basis and see if you can remember that part when you were a kid.  I highly doubt it.

Chin up mom friends.  You’ve got this.  We’ve all got this.  And we are all in this together.

 

a letter to my mom friends

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