To the moms that tiptoe across the house in hopes they can get their first sip of coffee in before seeing a kid, I see you.
To the ones who set their alarms earlier and earlier each day as the list of morning to-do’s grows, I see you.
I see you.
This is the first year I started school with a child of my own at home. I wear a new hat – MOM. I am a wife, a teacher, and a mom. All three jobs requiring an outpouring of love, understanding, patience, lots of energy, and constant smiles.
To say all went well would be a lie. There were a lot tears from me, from my son, and from students. There were forgotten lunches, lost shoes, laptops that did not get charged, and a lot of dry shampoo.
But what I realized, as the week went on, as the alarm got easier to wake up to, and as the tears went away, was that I am part of a new village. I am just one working mom of so many. All week long, the calls, the texts, the heads popping into my door gave me comfort. Moms work. It is what we do, and we support each other while we do it. It’s nice to hear that drop off gets better, that this isn’t the first lunch I’ll forget, and that dry shampoo is truly a way of life.
There is nothing more rewarding than knowing that when I get up every single morning, I am a role model for not just my own child, but for 14 other smiling babes.
So Mommas, keep working, keep forgetting lunch, keep using a bottle of dry shampoo a week, know that the tears are okay, and know that sneaking in the morning alone time is nothing to be ashamed of.
Keep showing up every single day, wearing ALL of your hats, and know that YOU are called to this.
