The pressure we (I am talking momma's) put on ourselves?
And on other momma's?
What's with all the judgey-ness and condemnation and dirty looks and ugly?
Aren't we all momma's?
Haven't we all had those days where the barest minimum had to be enough because the world and our brains and bodies were just against us?
Day's where the kiddos underpants were clean but that was about it?
Where the scissors got into the wrong hands and the sucker was the only thing in your bag that was going to stave off another meltdown after a sleepless night and the grocery shopping just has to be done?
Where your hair and make-up was so far down on the need-to-get-done list that it just wasn't going to happen for at least a week?
I am guilty of it. Of the snap judgement or half picture judgement.
I am guilty of assuming the worst.
I am guilty of withholding my time and effort because of what I thought I saw.
But aren't we all trying to give our children our best?
Even if we just don't have a "best" to give 100% of the time?
Aren't we all struggling to find some balance between being a momma and being "us."
Don't we all wish for just one moment to ourselves and peace and quiet and stop laying on the floor screaming that you hate/love/need/want/are going to die if you are made to eat/do/miss whatever.
Don't we all see ourselves (the best and worst) reflected back to us in our children? And strive to encourage and grow and love the best in them and the worst out of them?
So give yourself a break.
And her, too. And her and her.
We never see the whole story. Yet we make a judgement (good, bad, or ugly).
We look at ourselves and compare (better or worse).
We tear one down to put the other up.
I am a better mom because...
She really has it all together while I am losing it...
Her kids are heathens and she has NO clue...
I am sure she thinks I am such a terrible person...
Let's just stop all that nonsense.
Or at least try a little harder to live and give grace.
Some times all a momma needs is kindness.
Encouragement.
A moment where the ugly train is paused (in her head or yours) and some thing beautiful (a word, gesture, smile) takes it's place.
Some times, that is what keeps us going on our lowest days.
And on other momma's?
What's with all the judgey-ness and condemnation and dirty looks and ugly?
Aren't we all momma's?
Haven't we all had those days where the barest minimum had to be enough because the world and our brains and bodies were just against us?
Day's where the kiddos underpants were clean but that was about it?
Where the scissors got into the wrong hands and the sucker was the only thing in your bag that was going to stave off another meltdown after a sleepless night and the grocery shopping just has to be done?
Where your hair and make-up was so far down on the need-to-get-done list that it just wasn't going to happen for at least a week?
I am guilty of it. Of the snap judgement or half picture judgement.
I am guilty of assuming the worst.
I am guilty of withholding my time and effort because of what I thought I saw.
But aren't we all trying to give our children our best?
Even if we just don't have a "best" to give 100% of the time?
Aren't we all struggling to find some balance between being a momma and being "us."
Don't we all wish for just one moment to ourselves and peace and quiet and stop laying on the floor screaming that you hate/love/need/want/are going to die if you are made to eat/do/miss whatever.
Don't we all see ourselves (the best and worst) reflected back to us in our children? And strive to encourage and grow and love the best in them and the worst out of them?
So give yourself a break.
And her, too. And her and her.
We never see the whole story. Yet we make a judgement (good, bad, or ugly).
We look at ourselves and compare (better or worse).
We tear one down to put the other up.
I am a better mom because...
She really has it all together while I am losing it...
Her kids are heathens and she has NO clue...
I am sure she thinks I am such a terrible person...
Let's just stop all that nonsense.
Or at least try a little harder to live and give grace.
Some times all a momma needs is kindness.
Encouragement.
A moment where the ugly train is paused (in her head or yours) and some thing beautiful (a word, gesture, smile) takes it's place.
Some times, that is what keeps us going on our lowest days.
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