Photo Credit: Kelvin Bulluck
For the mamas that make it look easy… like a seamless performance… knowing full well the damage done to the feet of ballerinas as they make marvel of dancing en pointe.
For the mamas who feel relieved at the thought of sending their child to school while also feeling the burden of powerlessness and anxiety in the face of a pandemic.
For the mamas choosing joy and curating childhood experiences as if the revolution depends on it.
For the mamas doing the grueling work of processing their trauma in hopes of limiting the number of experiences their little ones will know first hand.
For the mamas who steal away moments to cry and tell their babies when they’re feeling overwhelmed… because they want to model their own humanity all while letting their children be little for as long as possible.
For the mamas lacking the support and village that we are told every child is dependent upon… and the way our inner-child still craves that same sense of belonging and community.
This is for the mamas that have that community… and still feel a deficit they struggle with trying to justify.
For the mamas choosing to let the babies watch electronics all day. And the ones following a strict schedule for fear of the child that will bring the whole house down if their nap experiences any disturbance.
For the mamas growing their own produce and the ones who opt for the fast-food french fries.
This is for every mama doing her absolute best. Who simply shows up and continues to try… no matter the hand dealt. This is a reminder that your best can look different on any given day… and it’s no less impressive or praiseworthy.
Come hell or high water, we are doing it.
It is still getting done.
And wellness is still our birthright.
So, press on mamas. This one’s for you.