Dear “Hot Mess” Mom,
I’m writing to you today to thank you for being you and to let you know that you are my favorite, you are absolutely my people, let’s be besties. Whether you haven’t showered in three days (or five…or seven), have no idea what’s for dinner tonight, CAN! NOT! seem to keep your house from looking like a cyclone hit it, have never once been on time for preschool drop-off, or haven’t worn anything but sweats in two years because nothing else fits- I think you are glorious.
And those of you for whom your “hot mess” feels a bit deeper, if you’re battling a mental or physical illness that makes you not want to get out of bed or get off the couch, wrestling with demons from your own childhood that have been dredged up by becoming a mom, harboring worry, resentment, and/or stress in your life or relationships that are eating away at you- you are glorious as well and I love you.
Because, my sisters, you are my people. You are the ones I want to sit in my own messy living room and drink coffee with and discuss the realness of life. You are my jam. I love your messes- OUR messes- because they make us perfect for one another. The knicks in our armor, the rips in the supermom capes, those are the places where we reach out and connect. They make us accessible to one another and give one another permission to come to connection just as we are.
Read more of this love letter from me to you over at the Project Mother blog:
https://projectmother.co/blog/a-love-letter-to-the-hot-mess-mom
❤️❤️👌🏼👌🏼