**This is an open letter to “Seasoned” Mothers of grown children in response to a few conversations I have recently had and overheard…it may be slightly sarcastic at some moments.”
Dear Seasoned Moms of Grown Children,
I just wanted to say, “Thank You!”
Thank you for pointing out how tired I look. I hadn’t looked in the mirror lately and how NO IDEA how big the bags under my eyes were. Which is surprising, because I have gotten a TON of sleep with twin newborns! I also appreciate your help with the five recommendations on how to get rid of said bags under eyes. I totally have time to run to the store to get those creams and sit for 20 minutes with cucumbers and tea bags on my eyes.
Thank you for telling me to “Just wait for the teenage years.” like it was a death sentence. You have just made shivers go down my back after telling me the toddler years are NOTHING compared to the teenage years. I am totally able to cope with my toddlers tantrums and destructive behaviors with no problem now that I know the worst is yet to come.
Thank you for sending me a message on Facebook pointing out that I should not be drinking so much coffee and diet coke. Apparently, everyone knows that diet coke will kill you and drinking too much caffeine has some serious side effects. I need to learn how to survive on no sleep some other way.
Thank you for watching me walk by at Target with my brood of six kids in tow and giving me a stare and then uttering just two words… “Good Luck!”
Thank you for asking me if I knew what birth control was. I had NO idea!
Thank you for finding the time in your busy schedule to tell explain to me the dangers of GMOs, PopTarts, and putting my child in the basket area of the shopping cart. I know you had more knowledge to impart on me, but I just didn’t have the time as my two year old was climbing out of the shopping cart basket and attempting to jump into the shelf of PopTarts.
Thank you for letting me know how much easier I have it as a mom than you did. If I had to raise my kid 20 years ago I most likely would never had made it.
Thank you for telling me electronics will destroy my children’s childhood and cause them to become violent children. I knew that Mickey Mouse Clubhouse app was of the DEVIL!
Thank you for being the perfect homemaker and never missing putting a home cooked meal on the dinner table every night and had a perfectly clean and spotless house for your husband to come home to. It’s always nice to feel like a failure for having grabbed a pizza from Sam’s Club after shopping for groceries and being too tired to cook after buying all that food!
Thank you to the mom’s who see me carrying two children , a cup of coffee, & four shopping bags and exclaim “Wow! You have your hands full!” And then continue to walk on by.
Thank you to the seasoned mom who is available to talk about my very personal business of weight, eating habits, and parenting choices. Of course, I feel comfortable with you pointing out all my flaws and making sure I know the right answers for all my problems! I had NO idea that I needed to rub estrogen in my armpits to help my hormones balance out!
And last, but CERTAINLY NOT least,
THANK YOU to the seasoned mom who stopped and told me my children were beautiful.
Thank you for seeing that I am doing my very best on little sleep and little patience left.
Thank you for telling me that it will get better.
Thank you for reminding me in such a sweet way, that these days really do fly by.
Thank you for picking up the shoe that fell off my daughters feet and offering to hold a toddler’s hand while I comforted a crying baby.
Thank you for telling me I look amazing for how busy I must be having all these little kids!
Thank you for telling me that these babies become your best friends when they grow up.
Thank you for being kind and letting me be me. For supporting mothers who make different choices than you did.
Oh, Seasoned Mom, I need you. I need you to love me, to encourage me, to support me. Keep letting me know that you survived those long days and I can too! Remind me that these babies are worth every cup of coffee needed to stay awake. And every mess is a blissful reminder that too soon they will be gone and I would give anything to have them again.