🦸‍♀️ Weekend Reads VII: Moms Rock

God, moms.

No, that’s not a redundancy, although it kind of is. Moms do make the world go ‘round. You know I love moms. I feel like moms read this blog. Did you know when I started, I thought, I’m going to write a blog that dads and dudes will read and follow and love.

Yeah, right, a cohort said at the time.

It’s going to be women who read you, she was saying. Moms, mostly. They’ll identify with you and share your stuff with each other. They’ll share with their men, too, but mostly, the men won’t listen. They’ll wish their men were a bit like you.

You mean, overworked, near-and-farsighted fathers who, 97% of the time, has an open box of animal crackers in his car and root for hopeless causes of baseball teams?

Then, yes. And here I go, trampling all over mom’s day. Here are three mama-derived must-reads for you today. Moms (topped by those who birthed/tolerated me, our rambunctious three and the very women who reared each of you, seriously:)

You’re Celtic, United, but baby I’ve decided you’re the best team I’ve ever seen, to borrow from Rod Stewart.

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The Day I Moved Into My Yoga Pants

Lauri, of Mama Needs a Nap

Lauri is all the best thoughts of all the mamas who come to Target, wrapped up in a writer’s mind. I LOVE her delivery. And honesty. And humor. I applaud the concept of yoga pants for many reasons. I just wish there were a dad equivalent. Maybe it’s our comfy ‘dress’ shoes.

These are the best things ever. Why didn’t anyone tell me? I feel like I won the Pants Lottery. – Lauri

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One Day I’ll Carry You

Corey, of Nostalgia Diaries

This sweet story reminded me of a time I got nostalgic with Madison, my oldest. Remember when I used to carry you and your little legs only came up halfway on my legs? I was asking, Without missing a beat, Madison, at the time 20, said, and now yours only come up halfway on mine!

You don’t need to, because they already know. It is a truth they’ve carried with them from their first breath—that their love sustains you, that their life changed yours, that the weight of their existence will never be too much for you to bear. – Corey

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I’m Often at the End of My Rope as a Mom of Two

Lindsay, on Medium

When you’re parents of one, you spent time looking like a happy stock photo. Parents of two? Like a really good playoff matchup, a 4 vs a 5. Parent of three? More bettors would slap down a paycheck on the seagull vs. the shark during shark week than you.

I’ve learned a lot, having been a mom of more-than-one for over two years now. So many things changed after the birth of my second. Suddenly, I was on the other side. A mom friend who has one child once told me that she didn’t know how I did it. We were standing outside a park, because my youngest had bolted for a busy intersection and I was busy maintaining my sleeper hold on him while I chatted with my friend. “I just don’t know how you do it!” she said. “Oh, it’s easy,” I told her, halfheartedly scanning behind me for my other child and slinging my now-limp youngest around my neck like a stole. “You just have to ignore one of them.” – Lindsay

Which post resonates with you most? How are you spending Mother’s Day?