Moms are exhausted.
Moms are depressed.
Moms are getting by on coffee and wine.
Moms are superheroes.
Moms are doing #allthethings.
Moms are a jack-of-all-trades.
Moms are unusually happy.
Moms are impressive as fudge.
No matter if you get your news from NBC, ABC, CBS, FOX, or Facebook, or whether you prefer to watch, read or scroll for your updates, it is inevitable that you will -- like it or not (and you probably don't) -- find a plethora of articles written by moms for moms "oversharing" their parenthood journey.
The diaper blowouts.
The candle blowouts.
And, of course, the teenage blowouts.
The anxiety that all of it causes.
The tears the anxiety causes.
The tears the tears cause.
The toll it takes on her marriage.
The toll it takes on her time and mental stability.
The actual toll she drove straight through because she was distracted by her kids arguing in the back seat.
She shares it all.
She tells you about the hard time she had making enough milk to feed her colicky, hard-to-latch newborn.
She shares about how she peed on herself thanks to her week bladder and crapton of laughter that ensued when her five-year-old jumped out and scared her.
She talks about her husband, publically commending him for all that he does to help, but also lets you in on all that he doesn't do, as well.
She confesses that she yells, but vows to change.
She shares her struggle to stay balanced while ensuring that her family's finances and checkbook does as well.
She divulges how she longs to improve but outwardly complains that she is disgruntled at her lack of progress.
She shares the highs.
She shares the lows.
She shares the in-betweens.
Does all of her talking make her self-absorbed?
Is she looking for attention, praise, and admiration?
One might think or assume, but they'd be wrong.
While I get that some readers are tired of knowing what she is having for dinner, when she is taking a shower, and how her morning is (or isn't) going, there are so many others who enjoy being cued into her daily life because it makes them feel more secure and supported when it comes to their own.
Moms these days!
We earn an "ugh!" from some and a "yeah!" from others.
We seem to be talking a lot.
And our talking seems to be getting us more and more attention.
This is a good thing.
Real life is hard.
Adulting is hard.
Marriage is hard.
Motherhood is fudgin' hard.
And, all of it, it's messy, and it's confusing.
And, so is she -- the woman who despite her fretful, timid demeanor -- puts her shiitake out there, as a form of her own therapy and as a way to stand in solidarity with all other women who are exhausted and bemused, but also oddly entertained and fulfilled by life's living and non-living stressors.
I'm without a doubt one of those very moms who is oversharing my journey of self-discovery as I tackle this life (and try to enjoy it) as a woman, wife, and mother.
And, while you may be sick of hearing from me, and other parents who won't shut the hopscotch up, many others actually look forward to our daily declarations and revelations.
There is something to be said (yes, more talking) for living your life so publically and authentically that makes others -- once uneasy and apprehensive about showing their true self -- now comfortable doing the same.
And, when we all unabashedly own our awesomeness, but equally stake claim to our quirks and flaws, we are admitting we are imperfect and inviting others that are (so pretty much everyone) to connect with us.
If anything is going to make your short time on this Earth the best it can be, that's spending it with a content and present heart, surrounded by your loved ones.
And, our loved ones can drive us up a wall.
Not because that's (always) their in intention, but because we are all human, all different and we all get on each other's nerves.
But, releasing any stress from those nerves and riding your body of any complaints or whines in the form of stories, it allows for your betterment and may provoke the same for another who is privy to reading or hearing yours.
Some moms are exhausted.
Some moms are depressed.
Some moms are getting by on coffee and wine.
Some moms are superheroes.
Some moms are doing #allthethings.
Some moms are a jack-of-all-trades.
Some moms are unusually happy.
But, all moms are impressive as fudge -- which is why I (and maybe you, too) enjoy and will keep reading about their journeys.
And, for those that don’t agree and would rather moms like me just “zip it,” I deliver to you — with unbecoming passive aggressiveness (which I am working on, OF COURSE) camera-provoked and mommy-directed “stink face” from two of my three love nuggets.