This one is for all the mommas out there wondering if they are seen.
It is for their children and all that we hope and work toward in the everyday. All that we carry that we don’t always put into words.
My dear mommas, you are seen. And one day, they will see it too.
I hope they see.
I hope they see her.
I hope they see a mother who was there.
I hope they see a mother who was never too busy to hold them a little longer.
I hope they see her deep flaws and tired eyes and that she wears her imperfections with a lip gloss coated smile.
I hope they see that she tried her best. Even when she fell, she rose. Every single day.
I hope they see that she holds them to high expectations and a higher road of character.
I hope they see that they can trust their life’s truths and secrets with her.
I hope they see with every no she says is because of love, not in spite of it.
I hope they see a mother that will fight for them.
I hope they see her as a relentless advocate for what is right.
I hope they see how proud she is of them.
I hope they see that she lives with equal parts of grit and grace.
I hope they see that she builds the blocks of their world not of sacrifice but of strength.
I hope they see that she is the carrier of their worries so they don’t have to hold that weight.
I hope they see that she did all that she could to give them a childhood. The good, sweet, dirt under your fingernails, beautiful, topped with sprinkles type of childhood.
I hope they see this world with open eyes and that their kindness and words and actions make a difference in it.
I hope they see a woman that worked before they woke up and after they went to sleep and was so thankful to be present in the space between.
I hope they see that in the mountain of laundry and the tiptoes on crumb covered floors and the running late and in the yelling and the frenzy and a to-do list that will never be complete, that she thanked God every night for them.
I hope they see that she traveled roads before them and she will travel roads after them but the magnitude of the roads that she has traveled with them will be unparalleled on her highlight reel.
I hope they see that is all worth it.
I hope they see that she stopped waiting for Superman and everything changed the day that she realized that she herself already possessed her own glorious variation of Wonder Woman.
I hope they see that she earned and rocked her cape.
I hope they see that people can always change for the better.
I hope they see that she will never stop dancing.
I hope they see that she will never stop dreaming.
I hope they see that there is no expiration on motherhood.
I hope they see that she will own it as her greatest role.
I hope they see love.
I hope they see hope.
I hope they see light.
I hope they see me.
I hope they see.
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Katie Yackley Moore is a freelance writer, yoga instructor and a momma of four navigating life and a separation and finding herself in the process. She adores coffee shops, laughing until it hurts and impromptu dance parties. Her work has appeared on Scary Mommy, Mamalode and HuffPost Parents. She has published a journal entitled “Dream a Bigger Dream” and the children’s books “You Are a Warrior” and “We are Family” and just finished her first novel. Catch up with her between tea breaks at The Naked Momma and on Facebook.
