As moms, I think we all tend to think our experiences with our children are extraordinary. I’m no different.
We have our struggles, our hilarious moments, and our triumphs, even if they come in the smallest form of a child finally eating a vegetable without some major negotiation on what outlandish reward will follow. I’m here to talk about mine. And I hope in doing so, maybe make your day a little brighter along the way. Because, let’s be honest, when you’re a mom with little (or big, or any) kids, you need all the help you can get.
I am a divorced mom of three, who subsequently lives with a new partner and his two kids. Being that our combined kids are all young (and there are so many of them!), our days are filled with endless shit shows displayed as kid arguments, tantrums, sports, clubs, school, activities, and cleaning up every (avoidable) mess left along the way. I tend to think our kids are pretty damn interesting. Maybe because they are ours, maybe because they really are. I guess we will find out!
For years people have been reading my social media posts and telling me that I should blog. I recently decided to take the plunge because not so long ago my kindergartner revealed to me that he is transgender. This has brought on countless changes in our family as well as with my child and because I live pretty openly, I’m using this as a platform to document our journey, share the good and the bad, and hopefully show other parents in this situation that they are not alone. That someone out there understands your struggles and your triumphs, no matter the size, because many of our experiences are so freakishly similar, albeit completely different at the same time.
If I can bring some hope, education, or empathy to one family or even one person along the way, then I feel every one of my tears, sleepless nights, or hilarious experiences has been worth it all in the end. We are all in this parenting thing together, let’s try to help each other out, ya know?