To the mom who has the snotty-nose kid
who could eat another dinner from the crumbs on his face
who just threw a tantrum in the grocery store
who appears to have worn the same clothes for a month
whose hair looks like a nest
who only wears one shoe
whose volume knows no mute
who is two sizes bigger than his britches
To the mom who has a pile of dishes in her sink
who is always late
who is 4 laundry loads behind
whose disheveled appearance frightens
whose baby is screaming
who sheepishly must thank the cashier for wiping her kid’s nose
who is one frazzled step away from the loony bin:
I get it now.
I’m truly sorry I judged.
Three years ago, I was the best mom ever. Then I had kids.
