2018
I cannot believe 2018 is less than a week away!! How did an entire year fly by so quickly?! This past year has brought so many blessings and along with those blessings have been a fair share of personal tough times. I hate making resolutions because quite frankly they never last. It gives me anxiety to see a To-Do list with items remaining unchecked. While I would like to have a flat stomach and vow to workout 3 days a week or ditch the mindless scrolling on social media or give up cussing like a sailor, realistically those things are not going to happen for a solid 12 months (well the cussing will come to a screeching halt when Tatum starts talking bc I don’t need him screaming “come on dad…throw me the fu%#ing ball!”). So instead of making resolutions that require squeezing my butt into yoga pants I am going to try my best to be the best version of me in 2018.
Social media has a funny way of only highlighting the best of each day/week/month. It can be tough at times to think that everyone has it together and you’re the only hot mess. Rarely do I login to Instagram at 3 am (yep still doing a midnight and 2 or 3 am feed for the babe) and see another mom struggling while questioning her every decision, hair in a greasy bun on top of her head with a drooling baby in a poop stained onesie fighting her for a nap. Rarely do I login to Facebook and see a post about the loneliness one feels because all of their best friends live in different states and they could really use a glass of wine and a good laugh with them especially at 3 am when the grind of a hard day seems to weigh on your chest like a stack of bricks. Rarely do I login in to Twitter and see a tweet about the heartbreak one feels because their loved ones are going through a rough time and you wish you could fight every battle for them. No, we don’t usually post those things because we are too busy posting the best angle, the perfect meal, the picture perfect day. I am so guilty of this too. Who wants to see my unwashed hair that looks like it could fry bacon or kitchen table filled with junk?? The funny thing is when life is a little messy that is usually when it is the happiest. My unwashed hair is typically a result of spending my entire day playing with Tatum…giving my every ounce to that sweet baby. My messy kitchen table is typically a result of Tucker cooking a delicious meal while using every pot and pan while we enjoy a glass of wine and discuss the day. Instead of capturing the chaos that contributed to the messy hair or a messy kitchen we wait for that one photo that makes it seem like we all have our shit together 24/7. I’m not saying y’all won’t see my highly filtered and edited posts in 2018 but I’m going to try and capture the mess, the chaos, the fun…the things that make memories, well, memories.
2018 also makes me want to stop judging. We all do it. Just two days ago I saw a post of a breastfeeding mama enjoying a glass of wine….I literally thought in my head “Omg she’s having wine? I wonder how much. She’s breastfeeding.” Then I snapped out of it and wondered why I even had that thought??!? I enjoy a glass of wine. I breastfeed. It is 100 percent okay. Why did I for a split second even begin to judge her? We all do it. It is SO easy to judge. In 2018 instead of wanting to cuss out the bitch at Target for not moving when I said “excuse me” two times maybe I will think twice. Maybe she has shit going on that I could never even understand. In 2018 she should politely move because I asked politely and she has no idea what the previous night held for me sleepless, crying about never sleeping and wondering if I am doing this mom thing good enough for our baby. We all need to give each other a break, give each other the benefit of the doubt, judge less and compliment more. Life is short. Let’s make the world a friendlier place. Beauty fades. Kindness does not.
Heading to pour a glass of prosecco because it’s Wednesday, I am happy, Tatum had a 5 hour stretch last night, we’re all getting over our colds and because I can.
Hugs + Love,
Mrs. B/Mama B