So I was walking my dog yesterday, rockin’ the faded blue athletic pants, hounds-tooth wellies, and my husband’s oversized polar fleece. My hand still warm from the poop, I just recently bagged on behalf of my labradoodle, when she emerges. Bouncy-chocolate-brown hair, a tailored trench coat, and gorgeous black suede boots—this woman is stunning. I figure she is probably off to some important meeting, perhaps a young microsoftie, or maybe a date with Bill Gates, I don’t know? Whatever- the point is, I feel like a hobo. After spending so much time in the apple-sauce trenches, I usually have no idea what kind of mystery stain is on my shoulder or if that tangy scent is indeed not a poopy diaper, but rather me? God bless my husband. I saunter back to my condo, dripping wet, eager to tell my hubby about my amazing encounter with potentially, one of Charlie’s next Angels:
Me: Hubby I saw this woman, stunning- Italian leather boots (probably), styling trench, gorgeous DAH-ling. She must be a single gal, taking the world by storm. Good for her.
Hubby: Was she parked by the F building?
Me: Yeah, why?
Hubby: I’ve seen her, with her two little kids.
I should go. I heard there is a casting-call for, ‘The Bride of Chuckie 4.’ Seriously, this woman is a fellow Mommy like me?
It is so easy to be insecure, to feel inferior, to judge. I saw that woman and instantly felt defeated about myself. The thing is though, I have amazing friends who look that stunning heading off to work (in spite of nursing their babies through the night, with maybe 2 hours of sleep). I have single mommy friends who do it all alone, I have friends with strong marriages and eager to help husbands. I have a beautiful friend who manages to get things done with twins on the move and is one of the loveliest gals I know.
No wonder we are so fascinated with cheesy magazine articles about stars without make-up. I think we all want some proof that it is okay to be us, just as we are. To love, just as we are. To simply be who we were created to be. That is why we are on this earth, to love and to tell the world how greatly we are loved. SO- tell each other 😉
God so loved the world. God is love. God made us in His image. We are loved.
We may be different or very alike, but the point is we love our kids. Some Momma’s choose work and others have no choice. We are all making sacrifices and none of them are easy. I wish that I had been bold enough to tell that woman how beautiful she looked. I wish that instead of feeling small, I could have been love. Next time you see one of your Mommy friends, hug her. Thank her. If she works, tell her how awesome it is that she is out there, making a difference in our offices, hospitals, schools, etc. If your Mommy friend is at home with dried cheerios stuck to her pants and apple-sauce smeared in her hair, thank her for working her hiney off too. We are in this thing together peeps. I am looking for stories. I want to hear about how you think we can encourage each others. Ideas peeps, email me or comment below.
Spread some love-
P.S.: Did you know that ‘meadow muffin’ is a synonym for poop? I hope I am not the only one laughing her like a 5 year old. MEADOW MUFFIN—Seriously?
The state of Washington has a $54 unscooped animal poop fine…so that is where our money goes…interesting.