Mama, I see you

Mama, I see you

Mama, I see you

4 months ago

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Today is Mother’s Day and during some of the hardest moments in my role as a mother, I’ve often thought of you.
The single mother
The depressed mother
The anxious mother
The boss bitch mother
The stylish mother
The granola mother
Maybe you’re all these things. Maybe you’re even more.
During some of my challenging moments, I took solace in the simple fact I am not the only one feeling frustrated or angry or defeated in this moment. I’m not the only one that goes to sleep way past everyone else and drags her ass out of bed before everyone else.
I’m not the only one who sometimes, on more occasions that I’d like to admit, has plopped my kid in front of the television.
I’m not the only mama who sometimes rushes to work after barely getting out of the house, only to realize I forgot something. Or upon hearing the baby wail as soon as the door closes behind me, that all too familiar pang of guilt. Or who rushes home to pick up the kid from daycare or the sitter. And then feels too tired to play.
Or the secret pleasure I feel at work, childless, drinking hot cups of coffee and gabbing with coworkers without tiny hands grabbing my clothes or my food.
Maybe you don’t get a break too often and your nails are raggedy more often than not, or a hot shower feels like a day in the spa, or your quiet bathroom time is interrupted by a cute face peeking through the door.
I see you, Mama.
I know you, I feel you, I am you.
On the days you feel less than for feeding the child frozen food or fast food. Or the days you have too little coffee and not enough patience. Or the days when the house looks like a football team stampeded though and the laundry has a life on its own.
Know this: You got this. That baby is here because of you. You are a good mother. There is always tomorrow. Treasure these moments because one day you will wish for these insane moments (or so I hear)
Happy Mother’s Day.

Brenda Fadeyibi
Brenda Fadeyibi
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