Double Standards

Double Standards

I watched my son sing his heart out last night at his Christmas play. His classmates were trying to sing, remember the actions to the song AND scan the room for the faces of their loved ones.

It was so beautiful.

I could feel the energy in the room. The feelings of love, support and pride were almost tangible. Hearts were open. We all sat there, hearts bursting with adoration for these little ones who were trying their best.

That’s all they had to do. Try.

They didn’t have to hit all the notes, remember all the words or stay in tune. All they had to do was show up and take part.

Funny how the same rules are not applicable when it comes to how we see ourselves. For every time you think you don’t know who you are anymore; get out of bed when you don’t want to; pick another toy up off the floor; deal with a toddler tantrum; weep in the shower because you think you’re failing at something that you will NEVER fail at, mothers everywhere feel you.

We might not be there, we might not see you but we feel you.

We are the ones willing you to know that you are loved.

We are the ones in the wings, waiting there in-case you need us to step in and remind you of how amazing you’re doing.

Be proud of how hard you try.

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