A very happy Mother’s Day to all you mommas out there – the moms of little ones in the trenches of diapers, exhaustion, and spit up. The moms of toddlers battling little personalities turned big, grinning and bearing it through Target tantrums, and picky eaters.
Happy Mother’s Day to you moms of school-aged kiddos, balancing homework and school activities with soccer practice and music lessons.
And to the moms of teenagers, may you remember the sweet baby snuggles of your kids as they challenge you, arguing their curfew, and pushing away your hugs and kisses.
Finally to the moms who have also become grandmothers, what a legacy you have created – I hope you enjoy reliving all of the wonderful stages of motherhood, with the exception of being able to give the children back to their parents when they’re fussing.
All of you, no matter what stage of motherhood you’re in, no matter how you came to be a mother, I hope you’re being spoiled with love and appreciation for all you do every day, all the things that go unnoticed.
As a special show of my love and appreciation for all you do, enjoy 20% off the entire store on 5/14/17. Code: MOM20
As I was thinking about Mother’s Day, I was reflecting on all of the stages I’ve been through with my three little ones so far and imagining what the future holds for me. Yes, it’s easy to get caught up in the tough times, the simple but powerful complaints of the daily grind. You know, the things you can’t necessarily pinpoint as a problem but after a tiresome day (or week…or month), you just feel beat? Our jobs are endless, whether we work in or out of the home, and being a mom can be a thankless job. The patience and love we have for our families is not only impressive, it’s a beautiful thing.
I like to focus on being present, really trying to embrace and live in the moments, because as everyone (parents especially) always say, ‘they grow up too fast;’ that life goes by too fast with kids. Sure, it’s a cliche, but it’s oh so true, am I right? Lean on a partner, your mom, or friend to get through those tough times and live, breathe, soak in every wonderfully ordinary not-so-perfect perfect moments – the ones that don’t stick out as great events – the pitter patter of tiny feet seconds before being woken early on Saturday morning. The bubble bath that ends in more water outside the tub than in. The messy faces, grass-stained knees, and incessant calls of mom (mom, mom, mooooooom, MOM, mommyyyyyyyy).
You’ll miss these one day, so soak it up, mommas.