Moms spend all their lives teaching their children.
to get dressed.
How to ask for a snack politely.
Your dental health is extremely important. yes, twice a day darling.
Call your Grandma.
Ask a new friend to play.
Please and thank you go a LONG way.
Hold the door.
Be thankful for what you have.
It’s better to be an hour early, than 1 minute late.
Yes, it is bedtime. Sleep is important for your brain.
The small moments are the BIG moments.
Enjoy it now, sweetheart. Because it will go faster than you can possibly imagine.
none of that is easy to teach.
And the teaching never stops. It feels like it goes on forever and ever.
Of all the lessons. All the moments with grown-ups and teachers. All the degrees and all of the schooling.
I still feel as though I have so much to learn.
… and no one to really teach me….
to teach me.
Please teach me….
Teach me how to keep going when all I want to do is give up.
How to support my best friend when her child is diagnosed with Autism.
To understand how children can be neglected.
To justify why he had to die so soon. Before he had even had the chance to live. To get to the good stuff.
That no matter how bad it seems. It WILL get better. To just keep plugging away. Day in. Day out. Even when it feels impossible.
To start over again. No matter how many endings there are.
To get up. Again. and Again. and Again. Whether someone lends a hand. Even when no-one does.
That the bills will keep coming.
my child will struggle. her diagnosis implies that. she will always struggle more than her peers. and that sucks. because life is already hard enough.
That the matters of the heart will still always cut the most.
He isn’t a mind reader. tell him exactly what you need. Don’t assume someone knows your ever thought.
Relationships are hard. And typically speaking. They are easy. And then hard. and then even harder.
I am pretty. I am as pretty and beautiful today- as I ever have been. Or I ever will be.
weight is just a number. it ebbs and flows. it doesn’t define my worth or value. despite the world telling me otherwise.
To value myself.
To praise myself for the smallest accomplishments. Not the big glorious ones.
That the house will never be clean. ever. Not to the standards I hope for.
What to “put-up” with.
What to let go. And how to do that.
Where to go from here.
How to get there.
How to miss someone you need. You can’t live without. But have to.
To know I went right, when I probably should have gone left. But… I didn’t.
How to help them learn everything you want them to know. So they have it easier.
to help her understand how absolutely stunning, beautiful and perfect she is. she is nineteen. and she has no idea.
How to appreciate the exhaustion- when all I want to do is escape from it.
How to say sorry. and then actually move on.
How to forgive- when the one person you thought never would. does.
how to actually forgive.
and then how to let it go.
how to let someone new in.
how to let the good in again.
to not go down the same path that she did. to- despite my history- make my story different.
not to compare. to the picture perfect lives that bombard me daily.
to come to terms that it won’t be what I had planned.
none of it.
it will not match up with the childhood dream.
it will manifest entirely different.
and that, that, is okay.
Someone. Please teach me.
-second mom club.