This is for the mom’s who are left out of the carpool. The stressed out moms with no time for yoga but who really want to be zen. The ones with anxiety disorders and depression that the Doctors just can’t seem to cure. The moms who’s mindfulness turns into a mind-fuck. The overweight mom who can never seem to fit in… to anything. The malnourished mom who’s diet relies on scraps she’s served her family that day, who’s tired of hearing from her dad that she looks too skinny. The hippie mom who just can’t seem to be chill no matter how many joints she smokes or times she sages the house. The mom with chipped nail polish or none at all, who is trying to get out of debt and can’t afford luxuries like soft hands and feet. The 28 year old mom with grey hair emerging who refuses to spend $100 on vanity when she could put it towards groceries and her past due car payment instead. The educated outsider who judges before she feels judged. The one who’s closet is filled with black work clothes, watching cool stay at home moms in bright colored lululemon gym clothes pass her by.
We are a mix between the thrift store purchases, leased Victoria’s Secret leggings, hand-me down dresses, school debt we’ve yet to earn a degree from, and Nordstrom’s Rack splurges from 7 years ago when we somehow had it more financially together than we do now. We are the ones who work two jobs to sustain a home while having to sacrifice face wash and Starbucks for Wipes and wine (much more necessary purchases). We are the Wic mom’s who separate our vouchers in organized shame, holding up lines of staring customers with American Express Cards (while the only cards in our wallets are EBT and overdrafted mastercards). We are the mamas who had one too many kids and now can’t afford the freedom of a job because a week of child care would cost more than our bi-weekly check.
I’m not saying we have it harder than the PTA mom or asking for pity. We all struggle differently and despite our challenges, none of us would trade a thing for our precious little world changers and witty little humans.
And I know the ‘cool mom’s’ mean well despite their bitch face, snooty comments or seemingly perfect lives; that they carry their own set of burdens and burried dreams as well. That a full checking account doesn’t equate to a full life. That in the end they are just like us, doing their best trying to raise happy healthy kids and still stay sane.
But everyone always seems to talk about them. From Instagram to Facebook to SnapChat… they’re always the ones envied or applauded. And, well, I think it’s our turn to have a voice. To share our messy moments and see how we can all evolve together. But more importantly, to stop wanting more than we have or are already equipped to provide for ourselves.
To make more happen while making less excuses.
Mod Podge Mama is dedicated to all the mom’s out there who have messy lives but are making something unique and meaningful out of it; even if it is just one glued or hammered piece at a time. This is for the mom’s who need to laugh, need to cry, or maybe just need to be heard. Moms with complicated lives attempting to simplify them in an intentional and creative way. And moms who maybe have fallen apart a few times already and need some extra self love to help them stick through the process this time. So grab your Carla Rossi, Bud Light, or cuppa tea and cheers each other. You’re all about to become best friends.