Sick, tissue in hand, cut finger from chopping my 7 year olds pears for school lunch at 7am, no bra and lots of milk stains due to not being able to nurse long enough before picking up my carpool of kids.
But sunglasses on point and I still can make a silly face. Sometimes life looks different underneath the kissy faces and shiny shades. I’m a mom and I’m not afraid to open that judgement door to have a conversation with a stranger about life on all spectrums.
I’m a mom and I don’t expect myself to be put together all the time. Hell, I don’t expect anyone to be put together all the time. We are not puzzle pieces waiting for that middle section to figure out. We are already out together, not much needs changing... besides an attitude adjustment now and then. 😂