Being a working mom is my superpower. But the term “working mom” is outdated, ineffective at capturing who we—moms—all are, and is dismissive of all parents.
At the end of the day, we don’t want our children to say that mama did it all. We want them to know that mama did what she could, and that was more than enough.
You taught me that mothering—or womanhood—does not always have to be synonymous with strength. That there is room for weakness and error. That I have somewhere to rest my weary head until I have the wit to rise again. Thank you for being a resting and a rising place all within the same breath.
