I see you momma…

I see you momma. Your kid is throwing another temper tantrum in the store, you can feel everyone’s judgemental eyes beeding in on you as you try to console your little one and finish your shopping trip as quick as you can.

I see you momma. As you’re trying to have a nice family outing, but something doesn’t quite go right. Maybe you forgot sunscreen for the water park, ear plugs for the movie, whatever. Then the *got it all together mom* has that smirk as she lends you hers, and you shamely borrow it as you fight back tears of guilt because you feel like a terrible mother.

I see you momma, as you try to figure out the right way to discipline your child, or how is the right way to correct them in public. Because everyone has their own opinions, and know matter what you do someone is frowing at you.

I see you momma, as you try to make mommy friends, but end up being so awkward that you feel like they are laughing at you as you walk away.

I see you momma. Struggling and holding back tears, hoping like crazy you’re doing it right and you’re not screwing your kid up. Praying you’re being the best momma your child needs.

I see you momma. Giving every ounce of yourself every day. Never taking time for you to make sure everyone is cared for. Going out of your way and above and beyond to make everyone happy, but no one seems to notice.

I see you momma, through all the awesome times that you never give yourself credit for, and through the once in a blue moons that you never forgive yourself for.

Momma I see you, looking at me through the mirror I’m staring into.

I see you momma! You’re amazing, you’re awesome, you’re doing an amazing job! Don’t worry what others think. God made you a mommy, and be doesn’t make mistakes!

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Mandy Vinson

I am Mandy Vinson and I am a singer/songwriter, author, blogger, and on occasion and dabble into poetry. I am a wife, a mother of two children and a child of God. My hobbies include playing games with my kids and spending time with my family, being outdoors, writing, playing guitar, and singing.

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