Please share before this gets deleted. It’s what they don’t want you to know. God bless America. 🙏🇺🇸🙏
I’ve gone to the same Cuban restaurant for 20 years now for Mother’s Day but they are temporarily closed due to COVID-19. We missed our patio table at @restauranthabana but made due with some Cuban takeout. #youcantakethegirloutofflorida
Happy Mother’s Day to the moms quarantining with their kids. Who have become homeschool principals, household IT managers, chief sanitizers, google pediatricians, home chefs, and more while managing to not completely lose their cool (at least most of the time.) Happy Mother’s Day to the sons and daughters who have lost their parents and grandparents this year to a shocking and devastating pandemic, whose grief is compounded by the isolation of this difficult season.
Happy Mother’s Day to those of you navigating relationships with toxic mothers. To those who have had to erect boundaries that leave you ambivalent or alone today. To those who walk down the card aisle for this day and look for something humorous because the emotional cards feel phony and sad given the reality you lived with.
Happy Mother’s Day to the foster mamas in the sticky, tricky place of not knowing if the child you are mothering today will be the child you are mothering this time next year.
Happy Mother’s Day to the hopeful mamas who dread this day almost as much as each monthly confirmation that pregnancy eluded them once again. To those who skipped church this morning because the public recognition of that which you are longing for is too painful to bear. To the women who feel confusion, anger, pain, and fear about why motherhood comes so easily to some . . . even to those who don’t want it, when it has been your life dream.
Happy Mother’s Day to the mama’s whose children are being raised by others, who feel the ache of that decision (or those circumstances) more keenly on this day.
Happy Mother’s Day to the moms whose children are fighting battles with addiction or mental illness. Who say prayers for protection and safety each night for the sweet children whose adulthood looks nothing like what they would have planned.
Happy Mother’s Day to the women who have lost mothers, and would give anything for one more day.
Happy Mother’s Day to the mamas who have lost babies, who never got to see the dreams they had for their children fulfilled. Whose empty arms ache every day, but especially today.
Happy Mother’s Day to the aunts, friends, grandmas, teachers, and caregive
I don’t know who needs to hear this but it’s me. 😂 This week on @selfiepodcast we are talking about how to deal with stress and trauma without taking it out on others. (Our guest suggests primal screaming, but we talk through some other ideas, too!) #selfiepodcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/selfie/id1289423983?i=1000473831920
Pssst. Hey dads. Mother’s Day is this Sunday! AS IN TWO DAYS FROM NOW. And the kids are not in school to make a cute homemade craft. It’s all on you, man. (Moms, feel free to tag a dad to drop a hint). In case shopping feels daunting and you are at a loss for what to give, may I suggest the book Rage Against the Minivan? It’s a humor memoir about motherhood, and the moms who have read it tell me it made them laugh, made them cry, and made them feel less alone. It comes out June 9th, but you can swipe up to print or email this certificate to gift it to the mother of your kids (or your own mom). Bonus – I will include a signed bookplate to add to the book, dedicated to your mom from you. And yes, it’s forcing you to also obligate to making breakfast and giving a backrub. You can do this! She deserves it.
https://bit.ly/RATMmomsdaycoupon or check my stories for a swipe-up.
I sure am tired of explaining to my black sons that another innocent black man was killed, but that they can’t live in fear, but that they should be careful, but not let it control their self-narrative, but also that being in their bodies is dangerous. It’s not fair. This weight is too heavy for young black men to carry, and yet they must. #AhmaudAubrey
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Graphic via @ohhappydani
Spent the weekend making a charging station for the small school we are running over here. I forgot to take a before picture, but if you swipe left, I did find a photo online that is a very close approximation of what it looked like.
This poor guy. He believes that the script on his edgy flames t-shirt is something written in another language. The rest of the family is actually sure it just says “Love” … which is off-brand for his aesthetic. So of course, because mocking is our love language, we just keep cooing and awwwing about his love t-shirt every time he wears it. Unwanted and dramatically cheesy hugs are also involved. I told him I would take it to the Internet to get a consensus. Does this t-shirt say “Love” or something else?
I don’t have anything eloquent to say today. I miss her voice. I miss my friend. #rememberingrhe
To the folks in California who are scheming a “civil disobedience” by going to the beach this weekend even though it’s been banned . . . I don’t recall seeing any of you participate in this kind of action before. Were you at the airport with us protesting the racist Muslim travel ban? Were you marching against the separation of refugee children from their families? Did you participate in ANY of the Black Lives Matters events after unarmed black men were shot by police? My guess is no. My guess is you’ve decided that you will dip your toes into “civil ‘disobedience” over an issue that affects YOU, as opposed to something that has actually oppressed others. And I think you need to have a long, hard look at the history and means of civil disobedience and direct action before you decide that this is where to start. Because you sound insanely entitled, privileged, and out of touch, and you are modeling it to your kids. I’m as bummed as anyone to not get to go to the beach in the near future, but if THIS is what prompts your first foray into defiance towards the government, you’re doing it wrong. A closed beach is not oppression. But there is plenty of actual oppression happening all around us. Get your head out of the beach sand and look at the world around you.
