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Jan 16 2014

What Were Your #SmallVictories Today?

By at 9:04 pm

Surviving a trip to Costco is a small victory itself.


We all want to be Good Mamas, we really do. But there are also those days when we are JUST getting by. The days when we need to celebrate the small victories that help get us from one moment to the next.

The moment I stood firm while my adorable, angel-turned-demon was screaming and writhing on the floor over a mini Oreo. When I resisted the urge to use my shopping cart as an assault vehicle to clear an aisle in Costco. When cutting an apple “the right way” was rewarded with a smile, a hug, and a “Thank you, Mommy!”

Because even if the next hour of the day finds me re-enacting The Exorcist, stomping, shouting, or doing one of the million other things that we all wish we could do better or never have done at all, we still have those #smallvictories. It is important to celebrate those moments. To remember the parts of the day when we felt like we really did have this “mom thing” all figured out. Even if it was only for five minutes.

What were your small victories today? Let us know in the comments below, or on Facebook or Twitter with the #smallvictories hashtag.

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Oct 8 2013

Tell a Friend: You Are a Good Mama

By at 1:56 pm

you are a good mama

Recently while traveling our family stopped at a mainstream chain restaurant; not fancy, but not fast food. As we set our kids up at the table (baby in a high chair and preschooler in a booster seat), we glanced over and saw the couple in the next booth over staring at us. They had that new-parent-deer-in-headlights look about them. The exhausted, exhilarated, stunned look that inevitably accompanied the newborn cradled in the husband’s arms. They asked us how old our baby was, clearly having no idea because they can’t imagine their tiny son a day older than what he was right then. They were looking at us like we had our shit together. Like somehow we knew secrets they didn’t.

Later on in the meal after attempts at a bottle, bouncing, and pacifier had been exhausted, their baby cried a signature newborn wail–the cry that you blink and realize your baby has outgrown and that sound has now been replaced with more vocal cries with actual tears. The new parents looked around, panicked for the reactions of others. I heard them apologize to the table beside them and as they turned to us with forgiving looks, before that Mama could say a word I said, “Don’t for a second apologize to us. He is a baby and you two are doing a wonderful job with him. You are not bothering us in the slightest.” My husband agreed and joked about how our children were only behaved because they were too tired to do anything else. The mother’s eyes softened and she said, “Thank you so much for saying that.” Read the rest of this entry →


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