Be Mothered

Well… this one was a bitch to write. 😂🤎

But here we are.

I’m going all in on this next season of motherhood.

My son needs me. My family needs me.
And honestly, I need me, too.

I want to give my son the support he deserves and be the mom who is actually there for it all.

not the mom who is constantly distracted, stressed, exhausted, and trying to squeeze one more thing in.

I want to be a present mom, a healthy mom, a good wife, friend, daughter… and a person who actually has some gas left in the tank.

And most of all, I deserve that version of me, too.

I think that’s the most Mothered thing I could do right now.

So… if nothing else, I hope this reminds you that you’re allowed to choose what you need too.

Even when it’s hard. Even when it’s inconvenient. Even when it might disappoint people. Even when it wasn’t the plan.

I love y’all. I hope you know how special this little community is to me.

Thank you for being here, for letting me be human, and for trusting me with something I care so deeply about.

I’ll see you around, friend. 🫶

Anyway… this is us.
Take it or leave it, babe! 🫶

We’re leaning into our neurospicy little family, finding our people, and building a village where we don’t have to over explain every damn thing (just for you to go behind our back and talk sh*t 👋👋👋)

Feels really fvcking good.

Where my neurospicy girlies at???? Let’s get weird in the comments. Tell me one weirdly specific thing about your brain that will make another neurospicy mama go “OH MY GOD, SAME.” 😂

I want everyone else scrolling through like “damn, I want in.” 😂

Motherhood is complicated as hell.

Maybe we can stop making ourselves feel bad for that.

Which one are you feeling lately? Or add a new one! 👇

If you’re in a season of motherhood that feels really freaking hard, I hope this reminds you:

You’re not the only one. And you’re not failing. 🤎

If this is/was you, comment ME TOO 🫶 Let’s make the comment section fullll of “me too” so some mom out there struggling & feeling like she’s failing comes across it and realizes she’s not alone.

p.s. IT GETS BETTER. ❤️❤️❤️