There’s this movement happening online, have you noticed? It’s women finding their voice. It’s mothers that used to be quarantined to playdates, carpools and birthday parties.
For years, there were all these words and sentences and paragraphs left unwritten. But just because we’re moms doesn’t mean we aren’t funny and insightful and groundbreaking. We still have to review homework and return emails and pack lunches for the next day, but that’s not all we are.
Sure, sometimes we can all be a little judgmental. Reading what other women write can make us feel bad or good or convinced or ready to make a change. But the real secret is we feel validated. Finally! There’s someone out there like me. Someone who struggles with discipline and yelling and if we should homeschool and why they aren’t talking yet and how things get bad before they get better. Someone who feels guilty about being a stay-at-home mom or a working mom.
I started this blog to give ideas, background, hope and knowledge. But in full confession mode: I’m getting way more from this than you are.
I feel a weight lifting off me. I am sharing things that took up way too much space in my head. I’m sharing not just the past, but right now, as we ride the ups and downs. You guys are all becoming part of the village. How do I know?
When I post about something going on with Jackson’s spelling, I get instant advice from teachers. (By the way, I’m starting to love teachers like I love nurses.)
When I post about hearing loss and educational issues — I get next steps, similar stories and resources to check into. Oh girl, I love me some parent advocates. Some of you have hidden journeys and some of you came into parenthood with guns blazing. Each of you are relentless and awe-inspiring in your love.
When I brag that Abby took a step for the first time without falling — you all celebrate, too. I can tell it’s real, because you’ve all come to love seeing them succeed like I do. The very best support comes from your cheerleaders.
It’s truly amazing how we can sit and judge…OR… we can make the decision to listen. To help, share and accept. I’ll continue if you do.
Because I’m not just Mom, I’m more.