This goes along with the previous post of mom judging but more so looking at yourself. Like I said in the previous post you see all these interesting Instagram moms, perfect Pinterest moms, and your friends’ snapshots of their amazing lives daily. The issue is none of this is true. Let me repeat that, NONE OF THIS IS TRUE.
These snapshots of their lives are just that, snapshots. They aren’t the whole picture. They aren’t the fits and tantrums their children throw, they aren’t the fights they have with their partners, they aren’t the bad hair days, they aren’t the nights they feed the kids popcorn for dinner, they aren’t the Pinterest fails, etc.
So what I want to tell you right here right now is that you should be proud of who you are. Be proud of the mother you are. And be honest with who you are! If someone doesn’t accept you for who you are and your flaws, they don’t deserve you and your strengths.
So to start this off, I want to be honest with all of you about the mother I am and I want to hear about the kind of mother you are!
I am a mom who enjoys long walks in Target alone, I enjoy a beer or a cocktail after a long day or even midday, I dye my own hair and don’t remember the last time I got my haircut. I am a mom who enjoys quiet nights alone with Netflix and my husband as well as going out but honestly, I’m usually in bed and asleep before 10. I am passionate about social justice issues, will forget to text you back at least once, extremely busy with school, and a loyal friend. I fuck up and hurt my husband and my family, I have an attitude, and expect things to go my way. I love with all my heart, trust too easily, and most would say naive. This is who I am and I’m working on loving all of it.
I know I don’t have it all together, and I’m okay with that. To be honest, I’m okay with it because I’ve learned that no one has it all together. NO ONE! Motherhood has brought out the absolute best and the absolute worst in me. I realized how little patience I have and how frustrating children can be. I also learned how much you can love another human being, do it again, and love your second child just as much as your first. I’ve learned how much more people enjoy the real me over the fake me I put out into the world for so long. I am finally learning, at 28, how to be true to myself.
Now it’s your turn, who are you? What kind of mother or person are you? Email me, comment me, DM me and tell me all about it!