I’ve often found myself wondering, “Am I the only young, dazed-and-confused, semi-disappointed (and is this ok?), unlike-all-the-other-mommies mommy out there?”
I’m slowly discovering that the answer to this question is “No, I’m really not the only one”. There are other moms like me in this great big world, but so far I’ve only found their blogs. I’ve yet to track one down in person. But I am on the hunt… They are a rare breed and distinguishable only by their babyslings and beat-up chuck taylors.
My son’s name is Ezra James and he is 14 months old. My name is Emery and I’m 23. My husband, Chris, is the most patient one in the family. Then comes Ezra, and then me. (naturally)
I mean, surely I can’t be the ONLY mom in history to throw her husband’s bag of McDonald’s food into the back of the car– ejecting its contents onto the unsuspecting baby — all the while screaming and punching the dashboard and declaring that she hates her f*ing life…?
Let’s just say I’ve had a melt-down or two, and suspect that there are plenty more where that came from.
Is it too late to tell you I believe in God? Well, I do. I’m not sure if it’s OK to be a semi-disappointed, melt-down prone mommy AND a Christian, but I’ll let you know when I find out.
I love my family and believe in Grace, and this is what gets me through the day. (That, and cinnamon dolce lattes.) I intend to be honest and forthcoming here, so you can choose to read my thoughts or you can choose not to…whatever floats your boat.
I am hoping that this honesty helps other mommies feel a little less fear and a little more brave…. A liitle less shame and a lot more grace.