To the mom who goes to Back-to-School Night by herself and sees everyone else chatting,
To the mom who couldn’t attend because she was working long hours,
To the mom who feels out of place at a PTO meeting,
To the mom who wants to volunteer, but is too busy juggling a toddler,
To the mom who feels left out of the “cool” mom group,
To the mom who wants new friends but feels incredibly awkward,
To the mom who feels like she always sits alone,
You can sit at my table.
“Are you on my team?” my daughter asked me matter-of-factly tonight.
She has heard me say this before. That I am on her team. And it’s true that I am and always will be.
I will forever be her loyal teammate.
I will unconditionally be her devoted coach.
And I will for sure, at all the times, be her loudest cheerleader.
When I look back at old photos of myself, I sometimes feel a bit of regret.
As I place my hand on my now rounded belly or catch a glance of my now wider hips in the mirror, I want to tell that girl in the pictures to wake up.
To not take her body for granted. To appreciate herself as she is right then and there.
Then I stop and think that maybe I should be giving my current self the same advice.
Here is what I want to tell the girl in all of the pictures… Continue reading
If a mom has an amazing weekend but didn’t take any pictures, did it even happen?
Two days of swimming nonstop for hours on end.
Two days of spending time with friends I haven’t seen in so long.
Two days of watching my kids grow confidence and skill in the water.
Two days of putting on the dreaded swimsuit.
To the Mom Struggling to Hold her Sh*t Together,
I have something important to tell you, mama: I don’t see you.
Now, don’t stop reading just yet. Please hear me out. It’s true I don’t see you, but I know what you are going through.