Mothering. I often say it’s the hardest job you’ll ever have…with the easiest application process.
And, boy, is that ever true. And possibly becoming more and more true as my kids turn from cute little babies into tantrum ridden three year olds and sullen, mouthy teens.
“Your kids are so beautiful…cute…calm…respectful…happy,” people say when out and about.
Yes. True. But they are fire breathing dragons at home so don’t ever come over.
Mothering is tough. I’ve recently been reading through blogs and journal entries I’ve written from the past 11 years of mothering, and it has tugged on more than a few heart strings. The ever-growing beauty of it all, though, is that I find myself being drawn more and more into the story of mothering itself: the narrative of womanhood and the role of the feminine, aligning myself globally with the raw strength of this tribe of mothers. And on that note, with that depth, I find myself letting go of so many of those judgements I used to harbor about ‘how to mother right’.
Because, I want to believe we are all fighting the good fight. And with every perfectly posed Instagram moment or with every toned gym body ‘I actually look like I never had a baby’ moment or with every arms-laden-with-groceries-and-pulling-a-screaming-kid moment or with every fist bump, tears shed college graduation moment, we are all totally in this together and need each other, each and every one.
So, yes, we threw together what appears to be a perfectly styled Mother’s Day picnic photo shoot complete with cute kids, beautiful mothers, healthy food and incredible vintage goods + it was gracefully captured in all its golden-lighted glory by Kendall Town. But, when I sift through these, there is so much more of the story. I see a breath of fresh air, maybe, in an intensely demanding mothering season. I see the choice to sit and smile with friends in lieu of fussing over soon to be watermelon-stained vintage Osh Kosh B’Goshes. I see intentionality and wisdom through a loving physical gesture toward a rambunctious son. I see all the challenges you have overcome and all the ones yet to be hurdled. I see you, Mama. I see you.
And you are doing a damn good job.