I’m not any busier that any other mom. I sometimes get to shower and sometimes I don’t. I sometimes get to work out and sometimes I don’t. My hair is done, maybe, two days out of the week. Do I want to do these things? Sure, every single day, I want to. But I’m not having an emotional breakdown about it. Guess what? You shouldn’t either.The last 13 months of life have taught me that:
- My world isn’t ending because Josie won’t take her morning nap – she’s a little human that is growing at a super rapid rate and sometimes she may be lulled into a routine nap, but no promises.
- My world isn’t ending because I forgot half of the ingredients at the store (mom brain is for real and if I forget to bring my grocery list, it is what it is) – she was upset and crying, so of course I rushed to get to the checkout.
- My world isn’t ending because I’ve been listening to a pitiful whine for 90 minutes with no relief – teething, tired, just plain mad; they really don’t need a reason to be upset.
No promises, I repeat, children come with no promises. Nobody guaranteed us that we would have 5 minutes to sit down. Nobody guaranteed us that they would be all smiles (pretty sure that kid doesn’t exist, anyway). But most importantly, nobody guaranteed us that our lives would be like the perfect ones portrayed on social media. Take these images with a grain of salt, because you are seeing a teeny sliver of someone’s day. I love to post a smiley Josie picture, but you better believe that at least an hour before or after that picture was taken, she was in tears. Why? Because she’s 13 months old and she’s livin’ her best life.
A meltdown isn’t worth your energy. So let’s take it all in stride. You are the best mama you can be, and I’m the best mama I can be. We run the world and nobody can take that away from us.
Marparmelee 