Who runs the world? MOMS! That’s right. There’s nothing better, stronger, or more tender than a mother! Thanks so much for tuning in for this free Mother’s Day Printable, but I’ve got great news. I don’t have just ONE printable, but TWO! I’m sharing another hand lettered watercolor printable over with my friend, Angie at Country Chic Cottage. So go say “hi” and grab another printable, one for you and one for your mother.
My kids are 7 and 9 now. Wow, how did that happen? In my mind, they are still babies, and I am still in my twenties and cool. You know those cool moms that have effortless style and even their messy hair looks cool. Oh, and her kids are well-behaved and everyone thinks they are the cutest…like right out of a magazine cute. Okay, so I’m a little delusional. My kids are cute, but rarely the well-behaved ones. Usually they are the crazy kids with way to much energy. As for me, my hair is usually messy, but not in the stylish way. Mostly just in the “I haven’t showered in 3 days” kinda way.
But a few years ago, I was struck with the realization that I put myself down a lot. My looks. My parenting. My cooking. My butt. (oh wait, I already covered that) My art. You name it. I compare myself, and always come up short. This is nothing new. We as women do this all the time. But I realized that I was passing this down to my kids. With each incident where I brushed off a compliment or apologized for being me, I was teaching my girls to not love themselves. So I made a promise to myself, I was going to start loving myself out loud. I was going to tell my girls the good things about myself. I was going to start liking my own body and showing confidence in my own skin – flaws and all.
There are times I forget. I still apologize for my cooking and have a hard time believing when someone compliments me. But then I look at my sweet girls and I see how they are already developing insecurities. You know what I have learned over the last few years? As I have faked my own confidence, I have developed some. Now in my thirties, I can look at my messy, un-showered hair and my loud kids and, instead of hating myself, I can enjoy the moment. I can appreciate that, while there’s a pile of dirty laundry and we’ve eaten the same soup too many nights in a row, I building memories with my kids. Watching them playing in the stream out back, coloring chalk designs on driveway, braiding hair and going for ice cream. So forget having a thigh gap, give me time with my kids. They always win. Even when I want to run away and pretend like I’m twenty again. LOL
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