![]() ![]() The brave smile on your face when you’re weary. Days where the house is a wreck but you’re reading books. Nights spent sleeping in a chair holding a sick child. Hair brushed and pulled back into pony tails. Tears that sting your eyes as your keep going. Pillows pushed just the right way and blankets tucked to the perfect demands. They don’t see you walking into the principals office, doctor’s office, friend’s house and defending your child. They don’t see you look at the bank account and sigh and try to figure out how to make three meals with what’s left in your pantry. They don’t see you counting to ten a dozen times before noon. They don’t see the trips to the car back and forth and back and forth. They don’t see those of you who mother alone without much support. They don’t see you stand in the bathroom and gather your resolve every morning. They’re the things that most people probably won’t see. They’re the just a mom things that I write about and celebrate. The things that don’t get celebrated on Pinterest that much. It’s in not worrying so much about the laundry and instead just letting that go and being thankful for a family to do laundry for. It’s about me taking thirty minutes to play cards at the table with them and not checking email constantly on my phone. Like stopping my crazy busy mom and work agenda to look at the graphic design she made on the computer and really looking at it and trying to appreciate her talents. She told me she just wanted me present during the day. She looked at me and told me that’s not what she meant. I told her about the trips to the movies, the trips to the yogurt bar (are those places ever cheap? I mean, seriously, $24 total for four containers of yogurt with a variety of too heavy toppings? End rant.), shopping together, getting Starbucks, and all of that. The other day my 15 year old came to me and told me she missed me. The bar of success and joy and happiness gets pushed so high by culture that the little things, the enough mom moments, are lost. We want the trips to Disney or American Girl Doll and discount the time spent in the backyard. But, honestly, we miss the hours of interacting and holding glue sticks and looking up things and laughing side by side. We look at the cool science fair projects where our child got the blue ribbon. ![]() Sometimes we want to look to those big things and use them as a grade for success. Somehow in this mixed up media world of things to do and places to go and dreams to follow the beauty of simply being a mother is completely lost. A beautiful life filled with ordinary enough mom moments. Minute, by minute, by minute, by minute until those hours add up to create a day which adds up to create a week which adds up to create a month which adds up to create years which add up to create a life. ![]()
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