Lifestyle + Motherhood for the Modern Mama
Hi friends! I’m Meghan. Wife and co-creator of two little girls, Bauer + Kingsley. Motherhood is hard, y’all. Like so hard. But it’s also totally awesome and full of hilarious, “did that really just happen?” moments.
I can’t help but get all philosophical about the world we’re living in and how the day-to-day lives of moms everywhere have (and will continue to) evolve. Anyone envious of our mothers? Sure, they weren’t immune to a passerby’s glare mid-grocery store tantrum, but they were spared the steady flow of mom-related articles telling them how they could and should do literally everything they’re doing…better. I mean holy judgement zone.
I created this space to share the ins and outs of our daily lives and the hot mess that is having two children 22-months apart. But more importantly, a place of community for modern motherhood- the modern mama.
What is modern motherhood? Who’s the modern mama? She’s all of us.
She’s the 9-5er, breaking the cardinal rule and waking a sleeping babe so she can have a few minutes of snuggles before she spirals into the daily grind of getting an entire household out the door by 8 a.m. She’s the stay-at-home mom of three sending up a silent prayer when her husband walks through the door every evening.
She’s crunchy, wearing her homemade baby food badge with pride. She’s practical, turning a blind eye while her kid pulls a 5-day old french fry from the car seat.
She’s organized, monthly milestone pictures on point. She’s human, gymnastics sign-ups were when?
She’s independent, with a rolodex of babysitters at her disposal. She’s anxious, staying close to the nest – she’ll travel again when they’re grown.
The modern mom has good days and bad days. Days when she wants one more and days when a 2-year-old can break her spirit before her first cup of coffee.
She’s the all-natural mom and the give-me-all-the-drugs mom.
Maybe she’s balancing Irish twins and inquisitive peers…yes, her second pregnancy was planned. Maybe after years of waiting and praying she’s holding a baby that was hand-picked by God for her, but brought into this world by another.
On a hard day, she’s a judgmental stare directed at the mom in heels, hair done, well-behaved kids in tow. But on most days, she’s a supportive nod, an “It’s OK. My kid broke a candle in Anthropologie last week.”
One more motherhood blogger sure as hell isn’t going to unite mothers everywhere. And truth is, I’ve never been one to hold hands and skip through the streets in perfect unison. I’m opinionated and stubborn. I think I have it all figured out. Or at least I did.
And then I became a mother. And now I’m clueless, terrified and anxious. But aren’t we all?
Maybe modern motherhood is admitting we know nothing, throwing our hands in the air and living one pack of fruit snacks to the next – keeping these tiny humans alive the best way we know how.
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Memories captured by Brooke Whitney Photography.
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