Momadom's Blog

I found this as I was searching for my own blog (can’t find it – not a great start) and I feel like it is a great way to start things off.

Here’s to the mom whose kid is sporting a rat’s nest bedhead to the park. I like you.

Here’s to the mom who lets her child dress in tutu’s with overalls, in highheels and purses, in outfits so mismatched –it looks like you brought your three-foot baglady to the park.

Here’s to the mom who is too busy to send out ‘thank you’ letters, too numb at the end of the day to switch from day clothes to pajamas. Here’s to the moms who have forgotten to brush teeth. Here’s to the mom who looked at their dirty kid and said, “When was your last bath? What’s today… Wednesday?”

Here’s to the mom who makes Easy Mac, who doesn’t cut the crusts off, who has a dirty bathroom. Here’s to the moms who sometimes yell, who spanked once and immediately cried afterwards. Here’s to the moms who have dropped the f-bomb in front of their linguistically spongy kid. Here’s to the moms who bicker with your spouse and who drink a glass of wine when their toddler has a melt down.

Here’s to the mom who wonders what it’s all about, and goes to bed at night knowing that in twenty years her child will be discussing her in therapy. Here’s to the moms who turn on cartoons so they can take a shower, or go to the bathroom uninterrupted.

Here’s to the moms who bake from the box, rather than scratch. Here’s to the moms who have ever had a screaming toddler stand in the shopping cart at Target with their lip out and arms crossed. Here’s to the mom who has felt the judgement from parents with perfect little angels. Here’s to the moms who have crayon drawings, like toddler hieroglyphics on their walls, and stained furniture, who have nothing new and therefore nothing to ruin.

Here’s to the moms who read all the discipline books and still have ‘unruly’ children, here’s to the moms who have kids that just “take off,” that pee in the backyard, that say things in public like, “Why is that man so fat?,” and “I can see his butt crack.”

Here’s to the moms who don’t have a dishwasher, or maid, or laundry room, and here’s to the moms who do. Here’s to the moms who work, who stay home, who give and give and give until they are empty vessels watching reruns of Law and Order at night.

Here’s to the moms who go to bed with dirty dishes in the sink. Here’s to the moms who have messy closets and dusty shelves. Here’s to the moms who haven’t shaved their legs since 1972.

Here’s to the moms who read, who read to their children, who teach love, who hug as much as scold, who understand that a tantrum is a necessary part of growing up – and so is that glass of wine.

I have no idea how moms and dads that don’t drink, do.