“You don’t see it in the floor covered with toys or the countertop smattered with dirty dishes. You don’t feel it in your 3-day-old yoga pants, desperately brushing out the crease in your hair from your days-old ponytail, wondering where all of your clean bras are. But it’s there, one perfect Mom for her sweet baby.”
‘You look in the mirror and think, ‘My gosh. What happened to me?’ Your 3-day-old yoga pants covered in smeared banana.’: Woman urges ‘you don’t see it, but you are the perfect mom’
‘I don’t like playing with my kids, and that’s okay.’: Mom urges ‘you are exactly what your child needs’
“The pressure to be the ‘perfect’ mom is exhausting. I’ve learned to acknowledge WHAT I do well and leave the rest alone.”
‘Toddlers are the worst. During rest time they were doing everything, but resting. At one point they were jumping on their beds and peeing all over the floor.’
“I could hear them laughing hysterically and I knew they were probably doing something they shouldn’t, but I was already so upset with them for their behavior so I wasn’t about to go in.”
‘Sometimes being a mother is enough to unite you. ‘You grew a human?’ ‘Yeah, did you?’ ‘Yeah! Let’s drink wine!’ But sometimes, just because we are moms, it doesn’t mean we HAVE to get along.’
“This is why I feel it is important, when choosing mom friends, there’s certain qualities I look for.”
I was the perfect mom. Until I had kids.
“That’s when I saw you. A beautiful young woman who presumably doesn’t yet have children of her own. Another perfect (albeit, kidless) mom, just as I had been once upon a time. I recognized the look in your eyes.”
