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For That Time... Thank You

Before being a "hover-mother" or a "free-range" one, before being a "modern hippie" or a "conventional old school" mom, we are all the same thing. We are all mothers.
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Ignorance is bliss.

You realize it must be so, especially once you join the parenting club in which everyone seems to have an opinion on some kind of contentious topic and is eager to share it (or force it on) other parents.

Until almost three years ago, I had no idea there was such a huge debate on breast vs. bottle feeding, on co-sleeping vs. crying-it-out, on organic and homemade vs. conventional and store-bought food, and to a lesser extent even, just how contentious the stay-at-home vs. working mom debate can get.

Then again, if you write about something everyone agrees on, what's there really to add to the conversation? So I thought...

If you can't beat them, join them.

So now, even I write on many such issues. Issues that we think about, talk about, worry and feel guilty about. Issues we form opinions on in an attempt to feel we have some measure of control over our lives (until we realize life is more messy and complicated than black and white).

But some days, when I'm having a 'horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day', one of my mommy-friends says or does something that really makes it all better and reminds me of something.

Before being a "hover-mother" or a "free-range" one, before being a "modern hippie" or a "conventional old school" mom, we are all the same thing.

We are all mothers.

And if we choose, we can help each other through the days rather than make them harder.

We just have to let our guard down and tell it like it really is.

So this is a thank you to mother friends for "that time you made it better"

  • For that time I told you my toddler was still going to school in a small dirty jacket and old shoes because she didn't want to try the new ones, and you told me yours regularly goes to music class with berry and other food stains -- thank you.

  • For that time I told you I haven't slept in two years and instead of telling me what I "should" be doing to get them to sleep you said 'hey I'm in it too, mine wake up every few hours as well" -- thank you.
  • For that time I told you I want to give up on this project I'm working on but you pushed me to keep going --thank you.
  • For that time I complained about my territory-marking every-corner-peeing refusing-to-potty train toddler and you told me how yours pooped in your bed -- thank you.
  • For that time I told you I feel like my world is out of control and you told me I was doing a great job -- thank you.
  • For that time my youngest was napping during school pick up and you watched her for me so I could pick up my toddler -- thank you.
  • For that time I shared good news with you and your happiness for me was genuine -- thank you.
  • For that time I complained about something, anything, and you listened and said "you're not alone, me too!" -- thank you.
  • For sharing this wonderful journey of motherhood and friendship every step of the way with me -- thank you.