On the journey to motherhood, I didn’t pause to consider what it was going to be like after I had my daughters. I never thought for a second about play dates, getting out of the house with two babies, or how I would live in pajamas…for a long time. The only things I thought of were the sweet baby smell, and the adorable girl clothes all ready to put on my first baby. It was easy for a while. I know that sounds crazy, but it was. She was a good baby after I got over the initial “How the heck do you breast feed right?” phase. I was constantly tired, but it was a good tired. One I could live with. Until the day I found out I was pregnant with baby number 2. The first one was only 9 months old. Wow. Was not expecting that.
So fast forward to having 2 baby girls. The struggle was real as they say. I came up with the idea of play dates to get out of the house. With moms I had never met before in my life. It was wonderful, and I could reflect on that bonding experience for a long time, but what I want to get across is this point. When we finally got past the pleasantries and being “real” with each other, it was a much better experience. If you look past the cleaning like a mad woman before anyone came over for a play date (dumb thinking). Making sure I had the right snacks out, and everything was prepped and ready so it appeared things were effortless. Again, how dumb was that? Not being embarrassed when my girls wanted to just sit and eat snacks instead of playing. Like you can control your kids. Hahaha. When they are toddlers (new mom thinking is warped).
So as I have gotten older, and I visit my friends with kids, guess what y’all?? We don’t clean before anyone comes over. We don’t. It’s liberating. I might be in something nice-ish, or I might be in yoga pants. We don’t pretend that our lives are perfect. And that the snacks float out to the table magically. Although that would be pretty cool. Heck, we don’t even know what we’re having for dinner half the time. Or if there really is food in the house. Some nights, it’s every human for themselves. But why did it take so long to learn this?
When you meet someone, I know it takes a long time to get “real”. Unless you quickly peel back the layers and say, “Oh there you are. I like this you. The real you.” So if you are hurting and in pain because you think no one understands you, I want to ask you this, have you given them a chance yet? Are you still the clean house, perfect food, immaculate outfits, and everything is nice and shiny, because believe me sister, life isn’t always nice and shiny. Find the friends who are going to be there with you in the trenches and scream “Go for cover!” when the next life crisis is thrown at you. Those are the ones who matter the most. The ones who lift you up when life gets real.
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