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Jess lives in the heart of Montana with her husband and four kids. She's a stay-at-home mom that works in her free moments copywriting and blogging. She's passionate about family, community, adventure and keepin' it real on her new blog wonderoak.com.
Sometimes I buy big bags of organic carrots and sometimes I declare it ‘pizza night!’ I am good enough at nutrition.
Listen, mom-guilt is a dirty liar. Yes, it's your job to fill your little human's needs, but you matter too. Don't forget to take care of yourself. Hang out with friends, take a drive blaring 90's hip hop or shower without interruptions—trust me, you'll be a better person (and mom) because of it.
The thing is, when I look at them with their smooth cheeks and bright eyes, I see their soft hearts and tender innocence. The thought of them being wounded or broken or hurt feels like a knife in my heart that I just couldn't take. It's too much.
We have all been undone. We can hold space for them because we get it.
I hope that my weakness teaches you something. I hope that when you come upon your own brokenness, tiredness, fear and confusion, that you will be okay with it. I pray that your imperfections won't scare you as they have me. I pray that you won't run from them, but that you'll wrestle with them and you will keep showing up, saying sorry, and trying again.
I've stood sweating in this woman's exact position, barely commanding the tears to wait until I got to my car. I've felt my face grow red and hot as my toddler screamed and kicked, waking up my baby who was angry and ready to nurse. I've felt so alone and so out of control.
There's nothing wrong with me because I'm scared sometimes and I make mistakes in parenting, wife-ing and life-ing. I am human; you are human; we are flawed and imperfect.
And I'm done doing it.
I had no idea how my heart would stretch and grow with every day of being your mom.
I always wanted to figure out all of my issues before I raised you. I wanted to truly and uninhibitedly love the skin I am in. I wanted to never, ever, use the word "fat" to describe myself (even in secret). I wanted to have conquered anxiety and depression. I wanted to shake it all off and be the "perfect role model" before your precious soul entered the world.
I want you to know whatever you make of this life, I am so so proud of you. There's nothing you could ever do to make my love die down or be snuffed out. No matter what choices you make, I will forever be your greatest fan. I will always be here for every phone call and for every time you need a reminder of who you are.
And now I'm tired.