Saturday, August 2, 2014

For the days when you don't feel good enough

Dear mama,

It's okay.

I know that some days you wake up and you just don't want to do it.  You let your kids watch more TV than you meant to. You don't know how your coffee cup got empty (again). You just feel ANGRY, and you aren't even sure why.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

It's okay.

There are days when instead of thinking "this is the best job I've ever had!" You think, "How did I end up here? How is this my life?"

It's okay.

You want to be grateful.  You want to catch all the moments. You want to be present.  You want to be fulfilled by motherhood.

And you want everyone to just shut up for five minutes.

It's okay.

I often wonder if the internet is to blame.  I mean, I really don't Ma Ingalls sat around wondering Am I present enough?

And on days like this, even the posts on the Internet that tell you why you're doing enough, why your work as a mother matters even on bad days, they can feel like condemnations too.  You hear in your head the voice that says "but that doesn't really mean me.  If they knew what I looked like on the inside, they would see how I'll never be enough."

I know.  Me too. Me too.

Doubting yourself isn't a fault. Feeling disappointed and discouraged isn't a fault.

Feelings are never a fault.

Be who you are, mama. Be the imperfect, messy, tired, insecure, people pleasing, grouchy, angry, overachieving, ULTIMATELY LOVEABLE person who you really are.

You aren't ungrateful. You aren't missing anything. You aren't doing it wrong.

In this global Internet village which is such a blessing and a curse, all I have to offer you us my truth and my listening ears.  Both are yours.  I see you and I hear you, the good and the bad.  It's all real. It's all important.

You're the kind of you I need, your kids need, the world needs. Right now. Messy. Incomplete.

Come be messy with me.  It's enough.

All the love in the world,



  1. YES. ALL OF THIS. Sorry I'm a little excited. This resonated deep within my soul. Thank you.

  2. Love. It is. It's hard. And so so often I feel like I'm doing it wrong. Too much yelling. Not enough engaging. Not enough loving on them. Yup. All of this. xoox

  3. I'm a teacher so in the summer I am home with my boys in the summer and can relate so much to this! I am a dad and not a mom, but I suppose that doesn't matter so much. Your story still spoke to me, I've been there multiple times this summer... Thanks!

  4. Are you camping out in my head? Because I so needed to hear this.

  5. Ma Ingalls probably wasn't "present" enough either. She was too busy knitting all the socks and churning her own butter. Poor Ingalls children.

    At least when you and I waste too much time on our smartphones and don't pay attention to our kids for a while, the kids are not going to be eaten by a bear because of our neglect!