I love being a mom. I love spending time with my kids, going on adventures with them, cheering them on in all of their events/sports/activities. I also love the hugs, kisses, cuddles, smiles, laughter, and I especially love the “I love yous.” I love being the one that can make them feel better because sometimes they just need their mom.
But, to be honest I don’t love all parts of being a mom. I don’t love always cooking for them, cleaning up after them, running them to all of their events/sports/activities, doing their laundry, refereeing all of their arguments, being the ‘bad guy’ when they don’t get their way, always telling them ‘No’, yelling at them, hearing doors slam, being talked back to, being the one they take everything out on because I am their mom. Being a mom is hard.
The other day, when all of the overwhelmingness of being a mom was really getting me to my breaking point and I needed to take a minute to myself, I looked at my social media page. I saw all the happy moms with well-dressed kids, smiling faces, laughing siblings, holding hands and playing together, and I thought…Wow! I am a real B*tch! Why are all of these people so calm, zen and happy and I am running around yelling like a maniac?! In this moment I turned to my husband and asked him “Am I a b*tch?” His response, “No, you’re not a b*tch, you’re just acting like one right now.” WHAT?!
Now I was even more fired up! So, I did what I should have done in the first place, I texted my best friend and told her my story. Why does everyone else seem to have it all together and I feel like a maniac b*tch?! This is when she reminded me of a few things, and the Breathe B*tch Breathe movement was born. Today, I share her wisdom with you.
First, she calmly reminded me that all of those smiling happy faces on social media got there because five minutes before the camera clicked there was a maniac b*tch mom yelling at her kids to smile and behave for the camera!
Second, she reminded me that being a mom is hard and that all moms feel this way at some point. It is at this point, when we are in the middle of the hardest parts of being a mom, that we have to take a step back, breathe, and remind ourselves that the hard comes with the easy. The good with the bad. The yelling with the quiet, and the maniac with the zen.
Lastly, she told me to walk away, take a moment for myself, close my eyes, and then she said the line that created the movement…she told me to just “Breathe B*tch Breathe!”
This has become our running joke with each other, but it also has become so much more. It is a reminder that being a mom is hard and sometimes we just need to take a step back and breathe. Being a mom takes strength, patience, and love but sometimes it also takes being a maniac b*tch.
So, to all of you maniac moms out there, I invite you to join our movement…whenever you feel like you are at your breaking point, whether it is with parenting, wife-ing, or something else…take a step back, close your eyes, smile, and just Breathe B*tch Breathe.
You got this!