A few years back, I was talking to a friend (ok…therapist) about the tremendous pressure I felt to do everything EXACTLY RIGHT for my family. I explained to her that I live in a town filled with mamas who are awesome.  Beautiful, educated, athletic, put-together…it seemed like they all orchestrated their children’s lives effortlessly…and it appeared that they showered regularly as well.  They were like…professional moms. I was not.

Just that morning, one of them had suggested that I “really should be baking bread at home” for my daughter to avoid allergy issues. I waited for her to wink and laugh, but she was serious. I had a 5 year old, a 3 year old and an infant  at the time. Baking. Was. Not. Happening.

The therapist (Bless her Heart) looked at me and called “bullshit”. She told me that, to her, I looked like one of those moms. That if she didn’t know better…she would think that I was. And so I started to think that maybe no one really has it all figured out. Maybe we’re all just winging it…loving them as best we can and praying that we’re making the best choices.  And swearing sometimes. Because man…this job can be tough.

The more I embraced my “amateur mom” status, the better I felt. Things were lighter…and funnier. I think maybe I’m a better mom when I’m not trying to be the perfect mom.

This is a place for that. A place that celebrates the imperfect and tries to find the funny.  Life is short, it’s true. But parenting…it’s a marathon, not a sprint.  Be well. ❤️