The New Tribe

An Ode to All my Momma’s

This one is for you.

This is for the tired momma, who wears her kids as accessories, and the closest thing to designer bags she carries are the ones under her eyes.

This is to the mom who holds everyone and everything else together even when she feels like she may fall apart.

 This is to the working mom who tip toe on a tight wire balancing family, career, kids, and still manages to make it work while look beautiful doing it.

 This is to the stay at home moms who pour their heart into their homes and their children and yet still feel the need to defend themselves in a world where you are damned if you do or damned if you don’t.

To my mommas who balance a little of both.

 Here is the thing I’ve learned my sweet mommas:

 In a world that is so set to divide us, a world that is so determined to assign labels, and use those labels to place boundaries among us that lead to fissures in friendships, and undue heartache.

We are more than this

 

 I have heard the tribe is dead, but it just isn’t. Because you see, we are the new tribe, and we live in every small smile across the waiting room and offhand chat at the park.

 This is what motherhood looks like for all of us fierce warrior mommas just trying to get by:

It looks like sleepless nights.

It looks like kisses of sweet skinned knees.

It’s wiping countless tears away.

Chasing monsters from the closet.

Its fairytales, and tonka trucks.

It is the sound of those precious babies laughing

And the heart wrenching sound of their cries

It is brutal.

It is so damn beautiful.

 You see, we aren’t so different all of us.

There are a thousand different ways to do this thing right and hot damn, good for you for figuring out just the right way to nail it for your family.

 

Love and light from another momma in the struggle <3