Raise your hand if you've heard that.
Raise your hand if you know it's true.
Raise your hand if it's hard for totally different reasons than you thought it was going to be.
Raise your hand if you've had those moments where the soul busting guilt over the days' I'm-sure-I'm-screwing-this-up-and-they're-going-to-talk-about-it-in-therapy-for-years-to-come moments have kept you up at night or brought you to tears so many times that you've lost count.
Ahh. There you are. My people. My tribe. My merry band of misfit mothers who can't get their shit together either.
I'm so glad you're here.
I'm glad you're on Facebook. I'm glad you're on Instagram. I'm glad you tweet that you didn't realize how inappropriate a song's lyrics were until they were coming out of the mouth of your three year old and that you take videos of your kids having major meltdowns over the color of their sippy cups. I'm glad you didn't do a lick of that homework packet until Thursday night and then you taught your children the importance of sugar induced cram sessions. I'm glad your kid cut her own bangs with safety scissors the day before school pictures and that you forgot it was early release at school last week. I'm glad you forgot you had swim lessons and ran out the door at the last minute in your pajamas to get there in time.
Thank you for being you. Thank you for being real. Thank you for showing up, day after day, screw up after screw up, failed attempt after failed attempt and doing it anyway. Laughing anyway. Sharing your mistakes and your triumphs and your Pinterest inspired 'Look at me! I'm a crafty mom, if only for today' moments anyway.
I really don't know what I would do without you. I don't think I could handle it if I thought I was the only one who could barely keep her head above water some days.
We don't get to quit motherhood. We don't get to throw our hands up in the air and scream, 'peace. I'm out!' no matter how bad we want to some days. But we do have the choice to share our mistakes, our bumbles and fumbles, our heartaches and chaos and confusion with the world. With social media. With other mothers. We have the choice to only share the good stuff. The straight A report cards, the first place ribbons, the vegetable loaded dinner plates that maybe happen once a month. We could all decide that we wanted to keep the other stuff to ourselves. The not so perfect stuff. The not so pretty parts of our lives and our journeys along the twisted and bumpy roads of motherhood that make up 96 percent of our days.
But we don't.
We don't do that because that stuff is the grit. That stuff is the guts. That stuff is the superglue that keeps us together so that we can keep on keepin' on, even on the days where we don't think we can.
Especially on the days where we don't think we can.
I know social media gets a bad rep a lot. I know there are people who don't understand why we share the details of our lives with everyone. Why we bare our souls on the internet and find gratification in likes and comments. But I know you understand. I know you know the truth. I know that you would find this place called motherhood pretty isolating and lonely without me, and I without you. I'd miss you if you were gone. I'd miss laughing about the trials, the errors, the mess ups and the mistakes. I'd miss sharing my high-five worthy moments with you and the moments where laughing is the only thing that keeps me from hanging from the rafters.
Thank you for sharing, for posting, for commenting and liking and instagraming and tweeting, especially when your house is a mess and your dinner came from a box and you're one episode of SpongeBobBubbleGuppieYoGabbaPowerRangerDocMcStuffasockinit away from a damn nervous breakdown.
I'm really glad you're here.
Happy Humpday, friends.
go. do. be.