Feeling Seen As A Mom
Yesterday as I was running errands, I noticed something so delightful to me as a mom of toddlers: a step stool in a public restroom of Target. It may sound silly, but it helped me feel so seen as a mother. I appreciated not having to awkwardly hold up a wriggly child while they wash their hands.
It got me thinking about other times that I’ve felt seen as a mom.
The time that a complete stranger held up an umbrella to keep me dry while I got my toddler and newborn unloaded from the car during one of my first solo outings as a mom of two.
Or when I look at these beautiful paintings by Mary Cassatt. Swap out the clothing and hair styles, and it would look like modern motherhood. The push-pull of adoring your children and needing a break. The toddler attitude. Some things are just timeless.
Or just about any poem in this well worn and coffee- and breastmilk-stained book by Kate Baer. I always give a copy to friends when I find out that they’re expecting their first. It’s like a warm hug from a wise friend.
When have you felt seen as a mother?
