After a particularly humiliating shopping trip with my two-year-old on Sunday, full of screaming, floor-rolling and all around bad behaviour, I’ve been inspired to reach out to my fellow mamas and send a little love.
To the Moms:
Who have felt the glares cast upon them in public as they struggle to contain their child, temporarily possessed by some kind of demon,
Who keep Peppa Pig, Paw Patrol or anything Disney running on their TVs for more hours than they care to admit, knowing it will keep their child happy and sane,
Who order take-out at least once a week, are entirely mediocre at cooking and have introduced their child to McDonalds before a year old,
Who feel guilt every time they drop their child off at a daycare or dayhome, or who feel a different kind of guilt for choosing to stay at home and set their careers aside,
Who have yelled at their child on occasion after reaching their absolute breaking point,
Who believe in a spank across the bum or a light tap on the wrist to get through to their child and let them know that what they are doing is NOT acceptable,
Who took a child-free vacation with their spouse or partner, just to get some much needed time to themselves or to rekindle the romance that fades quickly after kids,
Who have made a parenting choice that the Internet has deemed “controversial” or “wrong,” but that was the best possible decision for their family,
Not only do I respect you and admire your strength, but I stand with you.
A part-time blogger, full-time communications professional, loving wife and proud mama to a sweet toddler, who doesn’t have her crap together most days, but tries anyways ❤