I’ve said it before: mommy-ing is hard work. Under-appreciated, misunderstood, unglamorous, exhausting, stomach-churning, handfuls of hair in toddler’s hands–painful work.
But it’s a blessing. One job not all women get to add to their resume.
So today I want to honor all those mommas who feel inadequate; who, like me, watch another mom “do it better” and feel like a complete failure.
To women who became moms all too soon or those who patiently waited years.
Moms who co-sleep or enforce “crying it out.”
Moms with messy, crumby counter-tops or those with white-glove approval.
Selfless moms to foster or adopted children or moms who birthed their own, white-knuckled and sweating.
Breast-feeders and formula-scoopers.
Stay-at-home moms and full-time working moms.
Single supermoms and fierce grandmas.
Moms who cook homemade Pinterest meals and those who pick up take-out.
Mini-van drivers and jogging-stroller pushers.
NICU warrior moms and healthy baby moms.
Homeschoolers and PTA leaders.
Moms who spank and moms who don’t.
Moms who’ve lost unborn babies and moms who’ve lost grown children.
And, of course, to my own mom: my biggest fan; who taught me that life isn’t fair, but that I am valuable to God and to my family. I am worthy of love and respect; and I’m capable of just about anything.
I know all these kinds of moms. I respect you and admire you.
Exhale deeply…we’re all trying our best. Let’s build a kinder, more creative, healthier breed of children together. I need you and maybe you need me.