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  • Writer's pictureJodie Finney


As a mom, we have an array of emotions in one day. We wake up, 99% of the time too early, having slept minimally, to a rush of - hurry your ass up. From getting ready for work or just taking a pee in private, we are faced with the onslaught of kids getting dressed, lunches, bottles, diapers, dishes, hair, and mismatched socks. By 9 am we have had almost all the basic emotions, sadness for having to get out of bed, anger at the kids for not listening to you, disappointment because you screwed up and put butter on your 3 year old’s toast and therefore throws a tantrum and we are back to anger again. Let’s not forget frustration because you can’t open the cereal package, and just being plain pissed because your husband is standing in the middle of the tornado looking at his phone. And last of all love, as your baby kisses you goodbye and says, “I love you, mommy” - all the other emotions are washed away.

Mom guilt is real; whether you have one kid or five, whether you work or stay at home. You can never get it all right, you can never be good at everything, and you consistently compare yourself against the seeming - all put together mom that lives down the street that seems to have it all. First off, she doesn’t, and deep down you know that. She too sits down to take a poop and she has sweater teeth when she wakes up in the morning.

We all have our stuff, the good and the bad. We live in a society where we are continuously judged via social media, or at cocktail parties and soccer games. I hope to create a space or at least a respite for you to love yourself, laugh at yourself, help yourself, and find joy in the littlest of things. Because in the end, we are all just trying our very best, to be our very best, to raise our children the very best we can. It’s not easy, it is a journey and I want to be there with you like a warm, heartfelt hug (which by the way, I am a hugger).

Some days you will be better than others, and some days you will barely skim the surface of mediocre. But you are smart; you are a wonderful mother, wife, friend, sister, and daughter. You are loved and can love. You are flawed in the most unique and fantastic way. You are, perfectly imperfect.

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