I’m not a mom, one day I will be. One day I will feel all of the amazing things my friends and family have felt holding their own in their arms. And one day, I will also feel the guilt and shame that some of my friends feel being a mom. And one day, I pray to look back at these words and deny the lies that have been spoken over every mom that ever walked.
This week has been a week of trial for a lot of my mamma friends. Being a mom is the most important job but also the most overlooked job of them all (in my opinion). Rather than cheering our friends on for being working mothers, they are told they are missing out on so much-even though their kids are learning social skills at daycare or having precious time with a family or loved one. I’ve seen countless blog posts about breastfeeding and how one is better than the other instead of allowing the mother to choose what is best for her body.
Why do we think our way is constantly the right way? Why can’t we cheer each other on for being wildly different and that our kids are something to behold, something to invest in instead of bashing each other over the internet and teaching our kids to do the same? The mothers I know are all badasses, they are all different, they parent different, and they are doing a damn good job-every last one of them. Some of them even chose not to breastfeed. Some of them work from home, some send their kids to daycare, and some of them are stay at home moms. All wildly different, wildly brave, and the fiercest women I know. They love their kids with the fiercest love that I can barely describe.
So, if you’re a mom and you’re down on yourself or you’ve been there, I don’t know how you feel. I don’t know how you feel because I am not a mom yet. But I want you to know I admire you. I have faith in you. You’re doing the best you can and you’ve got this. I can’t wait to be in your midst.