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Friday, October 23, 2020

I See You


 I see you. 

 To the mama letting her almost two year old terrorize her bathroom so she can get semi-ready and out the door. 

 I see you.

 To the mama who is rocking a baby in his bouncy seat with her foot while she straighten her hair or finally makes time to tweeze those brows.

 I see you.

 To the mama who is feeding her baby while she takes work phone calls and returns emails.

 I see you.

 To the mama who can’t use the bathroom without a tiny person on her lap or at her feet. 

 I see you. 

 To the mama juggling elementary math homework, a crying toddler on her hip, and a stove full of dinner you wish would just make itself. 

 I see you. 

 To the mama who is always late no matter how hard she tries to be on time. 

 I see you.

 To the mama who puts in 12 hour days at her job and only 2-3 hours a night with her family. 

 I see you. 

 To the mama who sometimes misses dinner and bedtime because of a conference call, or Saturday morning cartoons because of a weekend meeting or shift at work.

 I see you.

 To the mama who has perfected 3 simple 20 minutes dinners and makes them way too much for her family because she doesn’t have the time or the energy to serve a 4 course meal. 

 I see you. 

 To the mama who can’t remember the last time she had a date night with her husband. 

 I see you. 

 To the mama who can’t be the President of the PTA or attend all the class parties.

 I see you. 

 To the mama who wants desperately to be a good friend, but who struggles to return the texts and phone calls and feels like she’s always the one cancelling “the plan”. 

 I see you. 

To the mama who’s best doesn’t look like Pinterest. 

 I see you. 

 To the mama who always feels tired, stressed, worn down, defeated, and over. it. 

 I see you. 

 To the mama who is trying to be ALL THE THINGS. 

 I see you. 

 To the mama who doesn’t give herself enough grace for this season.

 I see you.

 I see you, mama.

 Keep going. Keep trying. Keep putting in the work. 

 You may not be perfect, but you are perfect for YOUR people who love you, who understand you, and who support you. 

 It’s just a season, mama. 

 It’ll be gone before you know it.

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