This is not a post filled with awesome gifts for the moms in your life. Instead, this post is about that intangible thing that every mom wants more than anything.
It’s Tuesday. On Tuesday of next week (the day after Labor Day) we will head back-to-school. In our case, that means homeschool. But in any case it is a momentous occasion worthy of some celebration and probably a few tears. I already dropped my eldest off at college a few weeks ago so I’m hoping I got most of the tears out of the way. (Speaking of which, I need a new secretary and none of my younger kids are applying for this volunteer position.)
Anyway, we are heading into the home stretch of school preparation. Its almost here! I think most of the U.S. has already blown past is and already has their locker combinations but here we are. I’ve still got to iron out a few details about our new Homeschool Coop, pickup some school supplies, and take a look-see at our new Spelling curriculum. And probably buy a half-dozen pairs of new tennis shoes and a few packs of underwear.
I know you know what I’m talking about.
It’s a shared experience we all can relate too. The back-to-school rush. The smell of new school supplies. The planning.
As I ponder this moment, I’m overwhelmed by the judgement and chaos on social media right now.
I think more than anything, moms want to be understood.
To know that someone else gets it when we cry over spilled milk. Someone gets it when our toddler throws a tantrum in the grocery store. We’ve all been there when our boys are wrestling and things get out of hand. Or what about that time when your baby goes off to college?
We want to know that people know what we are going through and that it’s going to be okay. That’s what every mom wants.
But instead of coming alongside each other with words of encouragement and helpfulness, we head off to Facebook again to bash each other or bash whichever mom was unfortunate enough to have her two seconds of looking away from her child broadcast on national news. Or we talk politics and differences in ways that just aren’t polite. We say things we’d never say to our best friend if she was sitting next to us. We judge each other.
Here we are. Millions of us moms. Looking for a hand to grasp or a shoulder to cry on, and instead we beat each other up and stir up controversy. It’s crazy.
Why don’t we all band together?
Those are my thoughts on this rainy Tuesday and I wanted to share them with you.