Tag: Mom
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Dear Teenagers, Be patient while I let go…
To my teenagers, Be patient with me as I learn to let you go. I know it’s time. I know you’re growing and becoming and that sometimes it’s uncomfortable. Be patient with me because it’s not just you who is adjusting, my love. It’s me too. I know it’s hard to understand, but hear me out.
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Don’t drink the Mom-Koolaid
I had a few moms over for coffee the other day and one of them was telling me about the “imposter syndrome” among moms. I’d never heard of it before, but I’ve definitely experienced it. The imposter syndrome, she said, is a term for moms trying to appear to have it all together, probably because…
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To My Mom: I get it now.
Dear Mom, I’m laying on my bed hiding right now. I can hear the kids bickering as they get ready for bed, and a little voice calling for water and a song. I’m tired and weary to my bones. I will get up anyway. I will go kiss little foreheads and pray a prayer. I…
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Please stop telling Moms to enjoy every minute
Nothing makes me feel quite as overwhelmed as the words “enjoy every minute”. Like do you mean right now while my kid is spread eagle on the Target floor demanding a slushy? Do you mean when I make dinner and half of the family is crying because it looks weird? Do you mean when I…
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Being a mom is hard, and that’s okay.
Today I met some friends in town for coffee and shopping. I ended up bear hugging my four-year-old on a bench as she screamed and kicked in a level ninety-nine tantrum. A shop owner came out of a pottery store with wide eyes, but her face softened when she saw me. I’m so sorry I…
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To my friends who are new moms, here’s what to expect…
Welcome my friend, you’ve got this. It doesn’t seem like it now, but you will grow into motherhood just as gradually and quickly as the brand new baby you’re holding in your arms. It will become you, it already has. You just went through the most mind blowing, godawful, gorgeous, magical, frightening event of your…
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Mom Guilt is a Liar
I have friends that grow, cook, and make almost everything from scratch that their kids eat. They are amazing. I salute them while I rip open a box of macaroni and cheese and add an extra few tablespoons of butter. It’s Annie’s Organic on a good day…otherwise we are not above the 19-cent variety. A…
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Dear Stranger, Yes, my hands are full…
There I am, standing in the checkout line. One child is having a meltdown because they want a soda and the other one is doing aerial spins in the aisle. She is seconds away from taking out an elderly gentleman. He will never see it coming; she’ll take him out right at the knees. I…
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Why I Will Not Judge Your Parenting
I’m too damn busy. I’m too busy making mistakes and praying my kids turn out alright anyway. I’m too busy looking at my musty smelling laundry pile and wondering if I should fold it or light it all on fire. I’m too busy teaching my kids good work ethics which means saying “stop playing and…
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Dear Middle-Child, You’re important…
Dear Middle-Child, Yesterday you asked me why your older brother always gets to choose. We were staying in a vacation rental and I’d given him the choice of beds since he’s the tallest and the most likely to be uncomfortable. “He’s always going to be older,” you said, “so he’s always going to choose.” You…