parkSo y’all know I like to make up words…. firsties is one of my newer favorites.
I literally just made it up as I was titling this post.

Today, was one of the girls’ firsts. We (my daughter, nieces, and I) got out of the house and burned some cals at a jogging trail and playground. The park had the baby swings so the the little girls were able to play along- it was big, silly deal for me. It was soooo stinking cute to hear them laugh out loud and squeal as Aliya and Ari pushed them back and forth. park4 park3My nieces have spent a month every summer with us for the past 5 years and it is a dream come true to finally watch my girls play with my sister’s girls. This whole mothering experience has been so special and each of their firsts are so incredibly special to me.

Mothering is fun for me. It’s enjoyable and exciting…. there’s a lot of learning on the fly, trusting your gut, and doing more than you thought you ever could. There are so many opportunities for togetherness on so many different levels along this journey of motherhood.This space is full of beautiful, strong women who are creative, versatile, brilliant, and witty. Women who are courageous, thoughtful, kind, compassionate. Women who are all able to do at least one thing that another cannot. This space has the propensity to become a breeding ground for envy, jealously, malice, and hate but the more and more I come in contact with women with pure hearts, the more I believe that we women mama well together. We understand each other better than our men can, we experience many of the same things, and we are each other’s biggest support systems. While we stand shoulder to shoulder with women who we look up to and are inspired by, we have to remember that not one of us is perfect. Not one of us should judge our capabilities to mother our children by how another mama mothers. Not one of us should strive to mother perfectly, just very, very well. Using our gifts and talents and leaning on the gifts of others when we need to, while sharing our gifts with another we needed. Mothering as uniquely as we were created, without all of the comparisons and jealousies, we’re able to live much more graciously and enjoy our children with much more freedom.tmgraphicI write over at twice a month and when you click here, you can read a bit about how I’m learning to  mother graciously rather than perfectly. Let me know what you think!


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