She is the envy of many a woman.
She is, to most, perfect.
She is the responsible, put together and dependable one.
She never forgets a birthday or anniversary.
She is, by all accounts, just what every woman dreams to be.
She is beyond beautiful. Her light blueish green eyes sparkle when she laughs and her smile is infectious. Her hair shines in the sun and even in a “mom bun” looks amazing.
She remembers others children as she walks through the dollar aisle at Target and picks up the perfect item “just because”.
She buys Christmas presents in June because they will be just what someone wants and tucks them away for that special moment.
She is smart. Smart like most people want to be. That odd combination of street smarts and book smarts that makes her know how to change a tire and also know who fought in the war of 1812.
She’s comforting. An oasis in a life of chaos that can be called upon at any minute. She always knows what to say. She can make you feel like a million bucks with just a corny joke and the sound of her laughter.
She is the carpool mom that knows all of the other mom’s names and chats with them without effort.
She is the classroom volunteer mom that knows every kids name and develops a way to reach every single one in just an afternoon.
She’s the lunch duty mom that cleans up after your child without a second thought.
She’s the Cub Scout mom who checks homework so diligently during the meeting that others think she homeschools.
She’s the baseball mom that cuts up all the oranges and serves the flavored water and never forgets if that one kid has an allergy.
She’s the MOM.
She’s the mom that reads to her kids every single night. Building their love of literature and enriching their minds.
She’s the mom that plays, acts, sings, dances and generally acts like a silly woman just to see the smile on her kids faces.
She’s the mom that still checks on her kids during the night and sheds a tear just watching them slumber.
She is also the mom that thinks she doesn’t do enough.
That her best is never good enough.
That she should go harder and faster and longer.
Her self concept isn’t what we see from the outside.
She is lost in self doubt.
She is lost.
This is when we step in, Mama’s!
We all know this mom.
We all envy this mom.
We may, in fact, be this mom.
It’s not a competition.
All of our kids are perfect and we are all beautiful.
It’s time we tell each other that.
Tell another woman on the street that you like her shoes. Tell her that her dress is just gorgeous.
You know why?
Because she might have had the worst morning and one comment can make her day.
She’ll believe you, but inevitably, wouldn’t dare believe herself.
The mirror lies to us, Mama’s.
We are all of these things.
Tell another mom she’s appreciated today because, guess what?
It might be the first time she’s heard it in a while and you just might change her view of herself.
You are gorgeous.
You are special.
You are irreplaceable.
You are doing the best you can.
And, honey, that is and always will be, more than enough.