Today is one of the biggest. Days. Ever.
I so badly want a new outfit so my outer appearance matches what’s happening on the inside: unbridled excitement for the evening’s festivities. Like a 1950’s blue vintage swing dress and flashy pumps. Or perhaps some flared jeans and a Spiritual Gangster tee. But I don’t have time nor do I own either ensemble so I throw something on that I hope doesn’t scream, “yes, I’m a mom!”
I was so giddy I felt like a preteen about to experience a One Direction concert and would have easily participated in celebratory screaming if it didn’t draw too many concerned looks. Glasses of wine in hand, my friends and I find ourselves seated in the fourth row of a small, intimate theater in anticipation of an evening with author, activist and philanthropist Glennon Doyle Melton. We are all moms so a night out is always a big deal but this particular one was especially holy. We even skipped dinner to increase our chances of scoring good seats.
What a huge sacrifice for this ban of foodies.
“We can choose to be perfect and admired or to be real and loved.”
“We are all afraid of the wrong things. We are afraid of pain but we were made for pain. But what we should be afraid of is our easy buttons (booze, eating, shopping, etc). The easy buttons keep us from being who we are meant to be.”
“People who are hurting don’t need avoiders, protectors or fixers. What we need are patient, loving witnesses. People to sit quietly and hold space for us. People to stand in helpless vigil to our pain.”