Mom

Lately I'm super drawn to all these "mom" shows and I had no clue why. Then it hit me tonight while watching the new Christina Applegate Netflix joint. I like that I'm part of this eclectic generation of moms. You know the metal head moms, the goth moms, the crafty moms, the wine moms, the soccer moms, the working moms, the stay home moms, the 5k running moms, the love to bake moms, career moms, and every and all combos of such groupings. We are so far removed from wearing pearls to vacuum, but some of us still do and that's pretty cool too. Let's just leave all those wierd Jell-o dishes alone and reorganize our "ain't fucking cooking tonight" menus. 

I like that moms are into having mom friends. You know, that other mom you can text about needing to hit that parent teacher conference with a shot of Baileys in your iced coffee. Not because your kid is being a jerk or because the teacher is reminiscent of a turn of the century school marm, but just because your mom badge declares you can. Even that thumbs up emoji quick response is totally appreciated because I know you're answering the text from the bathroom while boiling water for mac n cheese, scrolling Facebook and simultaneously hiding from a kid (toddler, grown or four legged all the same). We connect like that. 

Honestly, nothing feels better than bitching about your post-cesarian skin sack that hangs over your scar. Except maybe hearing another mom call it her ball-less ball sack. Seriously, that was genuinely the most fitting comparison. Mines a bit wrinkled with stretch marks, so I too have a ball-less ball sack. We can also talk about our boobs and our bodies in general. We come in different shapes and sizes and we still connect on that mom level because we don't care who has the biggest boobs or the smallest waist. We do, however, covet those solid black Lula leggings you somehow scored from your coworker's cousin's best friend's Lula group. We also hate that you scored that deal on those leggings with the side pockets big enough to hold your massive smart phone. But we're cool because at last week's Target run, you let me nab the last large Game of Thrones shirt.

Maybe it's that whole feminist thing, although that's the most cringy word to describe this whole idea. Feminism is so connotatively vulgar to me. Why can't we just be women. That, in itself, is pretty badass. We're learning to surround ourselves with other awesome females. You just learned that you love tabouleh from the vegan mom at work. And the mom that rescues dogs totally helped you pick the perfect pooch for your family. Not to mention that mom you befriended and realized that she lives a block away and you now both split carpooling duty. These connections in themselves are wonderful. They are part of what drives us. We have begun to lift each other up, shine each others crowns and back each other on the battle field. It's been a long time coming, but we're finally doing it! What a proud moment in life when you have a group of women supporting you.

With all that, this has turned into a Mother's Day blog. Enough time has passed and it's the perfect weekend to publish this. I wish all you amazing women and mothers the best weekend of the year. May it be filled with handmade cards, macaroni necklaces and flowers as bright as your smiles! Live it up, ladies, you deserve it! Let's lift our mimosas (or screw drivers) to toast all that badassery! Cheers!