I Mom So Hard

Have you seen the mom duo from Nebraska, who host “I Mom So Hard?” They are hilariously self-deprecating in their attempts to win the ““mom” game.

Mothering can feel like a sport at times. Like, did I do enough at the team fundraiser to show I’m a great mom who has it all together and bakes the best brownies and has the brightest, balling child?

When I first got divorced I was drowning in guilt of whether my decision was not only right for me, but right for my children. One day another recently-divorced mom popped into my shop and she was overzealous about telling me how well-adjusted her children were to the drastic change in their lives.

She asked if “I was killing ‘momming?’”

What a curveball question and my winning answer was, “I’m absolutely killing it!” How could I tell her “momming” was quite possibly killing me.

My two small ones who had lots of questions in their new roles as kids of divorce. I answered them honestly. I let them cry when needed and told them it was ok to feel so much. I was too.

So, eight years later in the season of lasts, I prepared for the worst. However, at Boone’s graduation, my tears didn’t transpire. Instead, pride enveloped me. I looked around at the various moms experiencing this with me. Some were sobbing and some stoic. I saw some beaming and some barely hanging on.

I felt so much honor to be the mom of my son and daughter. What they had accomplished in the throws of divorce, cancer and growing up on social media and the pressure to perform and get good grades. 

We felt like we made it to home plate with our sons and daughters, becoming almost adults before our eyes. I think I “mommed” so hard for so long, I could feel I finally hit a home run.