Maybe its because misery does love company. Or because laughter is the best medicine. Or because this is the hardest job well ever have. Or maybe because the tired, empty clichés could no longer sustain us, and we yearned for an electric, fresh expression of our experience.
Regardless of why, there was something just so good about Jen Hatmakers Worst End-Of-School-Year Mom Ever blog. It captured the exhaustion of moms everywhere last spring who were absolutely over the endlessness of the wrapping up ritual. It was so true and so funny.
I am not the only one who thought so. Her blog has been shared all over social media, its author has appeared on the Today show, and Hatmaker penned a popular follow up blog about the end of summer. This theme struck a nerve, and it makes sense why. Parenting can be SUCH a humbling experience.
Most of us, pre-kids, had arrived to a place in our adult lives where we seemed reasonably together. We walked through our days with a good deal of proficiency. We mostly mastered keeping our little idiosyncrasies and deficiencies carefully under wraps.
Then along came the children.
And suddenly its like someone took our worst flaws and magnified them a gazillion percent and then posted them on a billboard over the Brookshire Freeway. At least, it often feels that way. We are always under pressure (sometimes self-imposed) for perfection and that misguided goal guarantees constant disappointment.
It occurs to me that there is something here. And not just because I have determined that my purpose in life must be to make other moms feel better about themselves. But because if you can laugh at the challenging moments, it changes everything . . . for the better.
So for the next bit I will be sharing some of the worst mom ever snapshots from my vast experience.
I feel VERY qualified to write this for you. This is cause for celebration. It is not every day that I feel very qualified regarding anything on my to do list.
I hope to welcome you into the far-flung tribe of parents who are the kooky flip-side of the masterful village necessary to raise children. I also hope to make you smile. Because even when its a huge mess, we all know these worsts are an undeniable part of the very best years of our lives.
Bess Kercher, M.A. lives in Charlotte with her husband and two sons.
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