Or mommys or moms or mothers.
If you've wondered if you'll ever be able to sleep through the night again, I'm calling you.
If you've ever been in public wearing something that was crusty, stained, sticky or all of the above, I'm calling you.
If you've stood in a doorway for ten minutes waiting on your tiny person to find that toy so you can be on time to the play date you really didn't have time for anyway, I'm calling you.
If you've handled a nuclear meltdown in Target because your tiny person has lost that toy, I'm calling you.
If you've survived a tiny person nuclear meltdown anywhere, I'm calling you.
If you've ever literally looked like this lady
I'm calling you.
If you've planned your lunch around nap time in an effort to actually be able to sit down and avoid tiny poaching hands, I'm calling you. (maybe that's just me, hey I really like my food)
If you've looked at the clock and thought "only one hour 'til bedtime," I'm calling you.
If you've fallen asleep in a toddler bed or on the floor next to a crib, I'm calling you.
Mama's I'm calling you.
These tiny people are demanding. They're embarrassing. They're just plain weird. But they're ours. They're yours, they're mine. Together we can do this.
Next time you're a witness to another mama's tiny person having a nuclear meltdown, don't just stare. Help. And I don't mean by saying, "Oh I've been there," or by offering other not so great advice on how to handle the situation. Honestly, that situation is not handle-able. Only survivable. Tell that mama that everything will be okay. That she is a good mama. And that you like her child, screaming and snot and all. Encourage her.
I'm calling you to stand up, to reach out, to help each other to not feel so alone in this mama world. Because we have all been there, we've all done that and we've all felt as if we're not good enough. As if we're messing up our children forever.
So don't judge.
Don't criticize.
And don't offer advice unless it's legitimately asked for.
Love her. And love her children.
If you do this for me and I do this for you and our mama friends start doing this for other mama friends and they start doing this for their friends and so on and so on, who knows, maybe the world will start seeing motherhood as less of something to "get through" and more of something that's a privilege to belong to.
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If you've wondered if you'll ever be able to sleep through the night again, I'm calling you.
If you've ever been in public wearing something that was crusty, stained, sticky or all of the above, I'm calling you.
If you've stood in a doorway for ten minutes waiting on your tiny person to find that toy so you can be on time to the play date you really didn't have time for anyway, I'm calling you.
If you've handled a nuclear meltdown in Target because your tiny person has lost that toy, I'm calling you.
If you've survived a tiny person nuclear meltdown anywhere, I'm calling you.
If you've ever literally looked like this lady
I'm calling you.
If you've planned your lunch around nap time in an effort to actually be able to sit down and avoid tiny poaching hands, I'm calling you. (maybe that's just me, hey I really like my food)
If you've looked at the clock and thought "only one hour 'til bedtime," I'm calling you.
If you've fallen asleep in a toddler bed or on the floor next to a crib, I'm calling you.
Mama's I'm calling you.
These tiny people are demanding. They're embarrassing. They're just plain weird. But they're ours. They're yours, they're mine. Together we can do this.
Next time you're a witness to another mama's tiny person having a nuclear meltdown, don't just stare. Help. And I don't mean by saying, "Oh I've been there," or by offering other not so great advice on how to handle the situation. Honestly, that situation is not handle-able. Only survivable. Tell that mama that everything will be okay. That she is a good mama. And that you like her child, screaming and snot and all. Encourage her.
I'm calling you to stand up, to reach out, to help each other to not feel so alone in this mama world. Because we have all been there, we've all done that and we've all felt as if we're not good enough. As if we're messing up our children forever.
So don't judge.
Don't criticize.
And don't offer advice unless it's legitimately asked for.
Love her. And love her children.
If you do this for me and I do this for you and our mama friends start doing this for other mama friends and they start doing this for their friends and so on and so on, who knows, maybe the world will start seeing motherhood as less of something to "get through" and more of something that's a privilege to belong to.
