When I was a young mom, I worried about so many things.
What people thought of me.
What they thought about what I said. Or did.
Or didn’t do.
Or what I believed.
I worried about what my family thought. My in-laws. My neighbors. Daly Kay’s teachers. Her coaches. I was a nervous wreck if we were late and if her teacher said she misbehaved I was honestly nauseous.
Truthfully, I wasted way too much energy and life power on the whole shebang, so if I can help one mama from even an ounce of it, then this post (and yes even this website) will be worth it.
Listen to me.
I don’t give a flip anymore and if you can hear me out maybe I can save you 15-20 years of anxiety.
No one remembers what Daly kay wore as a baby. No one remembers if she was fussy that Sunday at brunch 20 years ago. No one remembers how she wriggled in her high chair and not one person ever reminds me of that time she threw a fit in TJ Maxx.
I thought I was overweight at 115 pounds back then. I’d give dang near anything to be that “fat” again. No one remembers how quickly I fit back into my size 2 jeans except maybe one wench and I haven’t spoken to her in 17 years.
All my kids’ coaches? Over the last 20 years we’ve proven ourselves to be dedicated parents and team members. All those teachers and Sunday School volunteers? They see how our girls have grown up– and while they may have disagreed or had to “talk” to me about a few things my kiddos did in class– over the long haul my kiddos are doin’ alright and hopefully we all have learned not to expect perfection from one another.
And I bet there isn’t hardly a being I can find who can even remember one conversation with my 21, 22, 25, or 27 year old self. So all that worry about what they thought about what I said…what a waste of time.
My family– they still love me. They have to. We’re blood and hopefully they know I do my best. My in-laws? I think over the years we’ve all come to just focus on the best in each other and appreciate our strengths. Who’s got time for silly fighting when you’re busy trying to not only make a living but make a life? Besides– I definitely married up. David’s family is amazing.
Please listen to me.
Enjoy your youth. Your young family. Your new baby. Your post partum body.
Enjoy who you are and the mistakes and triumphs along the way.
Don’t take it all so seriously.
And when those butterflies crawl into your tummy you just repeat after me…”In 20 years, no one will even remember this. So I’m not going to let it steal a moment of today’s joy when in the long haul it’s all going to be fine anyhow.”
Then walk away from the mirror with a fresh application of lip gloss and a flip of your hair.
It’s gonna be alright mama. You’re gonna do a great job. And no one’s going to remember your mistakes anyhow.
They are all too busy worrying about their own.
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