Welcome to The MOM Journey!

where moms aren’t perfect and that’s perfectly okay

You know THAT MOM? Sure you do. She’s the one who posts pictures of her organic, all-natural family dinners infused with superfoods. And when you drop in unannounced, her house looks like a magazine shoot. Dust doesn’t even know where she lives. Pinterest exists so other moms can compete with her homemade costumes, repurposed furniture projects, and the 99 things she can do with blue Dawn and vinegar. She makes yoga pants look great and mastered the eight angle pose. She has time to play with her kids, she can do the math homework, and she never forgets bedtime prayers.

CONFESSION: I’m not THAT MOM. I’m this mom. My girls, Randi and Kelli, think hot dogs and mac and cheese are a nutritious meal, and the girl at the drive-thru knows my voice. This week’s mail is stacked on the counter, last week’s laundry is still in a laundry basket, and I’m not sure blue Dawn and vinegar can cut the mystery stain on my carpet. Pinterest depresses me. I tried yoga once, and I didn’t even know what an eight angle pose was until I googled “difficult yoga poses” a few minutes ago. I wish I’d played more when my girls were little. I quit helping with math homework about 6th grade. And…sometimes I forget bedtime prayers.

Now, I don’t dislike THAT MOM. I don’t wish a strong wind would carry my excess dust to her house or that she’d get stuck in downward facing dog for, oh, thirty minutes or so. No, in fact, sometimes I try to be THAT MOM, and I can do it…in spurts. Short-lived, well-intentioned spurts.

But sometime during my 20 years of momhood, I decided I’m okay with being this mom. Then something unexpected happened. I was freed of guilty clutter and able to do what a mom does best…love her kids!

So whether you’re THAT MOM or this mom, a new mom or an experienced mom, will you join me on The MOM Journey…where we don’t have to be perfect? Let’s learn from each other, laugh at ourselves, and do momhood together!

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FRIENDLY DISCLAIMER: All opinions in my blog are expressed with humility. I’m not an expert…just a mom trying to keep more tally marks in the win column than in the loss column.

Thanks for joining me on this journey!

Blessings!

From the blog

  • I Don’t Want to Be the Evil Queen

    One of my favorite things about being a mom of little ones was having an excuse to watch Disney movies again. My girls were the perfect ages when Toy Story and The Lion King came out. Woody and Jessie, Mufasa and Simba and Nala moved right into our home and became part of our family. […]

  • Sometimes I Confuse the BEST with the REST

    You know my story. Because it’s your story, too, only your details are different. Here’s my version: I was a new teacher and a new mom. I was the yearbook adviser (fun!) and the school newspaper adviser (fun!) and the National Honor Society adviser (more fun!). I was working on my master’s degree (a good […]

  • WISDOM Mom-to-Mom

    You know what happens when you ask for advice? You get it! Thanks to all the moms who shared their wisdom. In an upcoming post I’ll share my own piece of mom advice—one of the best I ever received. I can’t wait to tell you! Until then, read on. There’s some good stuff here! Remember […]

  • Sometimes I Stand in the Rain

    This is my purple polka-dot umbrella. My friend Jason gave it to me for Christmas a few years back, and I think he must have paid a million dollars for it because this umbrella is indestructible. Strong winds have turned it inside out more times than any umbrella should be. Yet the little metal extender […]

  • I Didn’t Know That Then

    I was married with a toddler when my single 20-something BFF from college, Diane, handed me a list. Now, Di is a funny girl. She has a dry sense of humor, a sharp wit, and she quotes the best movie lines at the exact right time. So as she handed me this list—two columns on […]