Judgey Wudgey was a bear but, she should never ever be another mama!
I’ve become a bit of a watcher; I am fascinated by mothers. If you ever catch me staring, I am harmless I promise; I just find mamas amazing. How we do what we do, day in and day out is incredible and if you’re reading this and you don’t know, YOU are amazing!
While I enjoying watching mamas in action, though, it breaks my heart to watch one mother judging another. I’ve seen the looks and heard the comments and I am standing up to say, It stops here!
We all are in a different place, physically, emotionally, economically, spiritually, mentally. We come from different backgrounds, upbringings and walks of life and we are all doing our best. We’re there, in the trenches, everyday when we could, theoretically, choose to cut and run. It’s time we support one another.
So, to my Mamas who may feel a little alone, I offer the following.
To the mother in the grocery store with 3 kids under 3. One is screaming and one is asking for everything, and one is saying God knows what cause you’re too focused on the other 2. Please know that I am smiling, one because I am sending you all the warm and fuzzy loving vibes I have in my “mama needs a hug” arsenal and two, because I am so grateful not to have mine with me in that moment.
To the mother who gave her children pizza 2 nights in a row, you are not special. We are on day 3 in my house.
To the mom who forgot to pack her kid snack, tell your kid to ask my kid; I try to keep and emergency snack in her bag. But, if I have 2 emergency days in a row please prepare your kid because mine will be asking her to share.
To the mother of the girl with the curly hair that really needs to be done, oh wait, that’s me.
To the mother of the little boy peeing in the middle of the field, while there’s a game going on, yeah, I am not judging but I am laughing. It’ll be less of a humiliating moment and more of a hilarious story I promise, just give it a little time.
To the mother of the child with stuff all over their shirt, everybody raised their hand so there’s no need to make anyone feel better.
To the mama that ends her night with a glass of wine, a huge piece of chocolate cake or a special dinner cause she didn’t want what she made everyone else eat, call me, we should be friends!
To the mother who throws away almost every picture your kid draws, I trust you know how to spot a milestone. When those bare eyes get some lashes you’ll save one, I’m not worried.
To the mother who prays to God that ketchup is a vegetable, I’ve got some vegetable sneak attack tips, inbox me.
To the mom who just missed the bell and you’re headed to sign your son in, hold the door for me, will ya?
To the mama with stuff all over her shirt, no, just me?
To the mom who gave her kid cake for breakfast, I agree, it’s not all that different from a muffin.
To the mama who throws a towel on the bed and does the pee sheets in the morning, at least you put a towel down. There has been a night or two when I just covered her with an extra blanket to keep her warm; if being wet isn’t waking you up, I’m not waking you up either.
To the stinky mama who is going on 2 days without a shower, it happens. The only one rolling their eyes at this one is the woman without kids who thought this would be an amusing read.
To all my mamas doing their best to keep up with their mess, I salute you! We’ve all bribed our kids, lead them to believe that mum was a car game created for their amusement, eaten our comfort food in our secret hiding spot. We’ve all lost our cool and turned into “FrankenMommy” once or twice. We do our best to be great moms but we do fall short from time to time and I’d like to challenge you. When you see another mama slip up and do some messiful stuff, send her some love, maybe even give her a hug but please, please don’t judge.