Parenting is a journey filled with ups and downs, and sometimes it feels like an endless cycle of judgment. Recently, a friend of mine shared a humorous meme on social media that resonated deeply with me. It featured a cover of an old Nancy Drew book, humorously titled “The Mysterious Night We Buried Our Last F***.” I couldn’t help but laugh, especially since the group of moms she tagged is known for gathering to share the trials and tribulations of motherhood. To be honest, our get-togethers often revolve around letting our kids play together, enjoying a cup of coffee, and venting about the challenges we face.
I know many moms out there might roll their eyes at our candidness. They’ll remind us to count our blessings and cherish our “precious gifts from God.” And while I wholeheartedly believe in the importance of gratitude, it doesn’t mean I don’t need to vent sometimes. After more than five years as a stay-at-home mom, I’ve learned the importance of sharing the struggles, too. If you’re one of those moms who feels grateful every moment — that’s fantastic! But my circle of friends is still navigating the chaotic reality of parenting. Between sleepless nights, quick lunches while juggling snacks, and scheduling bathroom breaks around playtime, our life can be exhausting yet beautiful.
It often feels like moms must give up basic rights. We can’t eat when hungry, go to the bathroom when needed, or sleep when tired. I’ve even found myself so fatigued that I’ve made dangerous mistakes, like running a red light. While driving under the influence is illegal, the struggles of an exhausted mom seem to go unnoticed.
Back to that meme — I once was one of those moms who felt the pressure to be “perfect.” I followed all the parenting books and Pinterest advice, trying to meet every expectation. But as my journey continued, I realized that the more I worried about others’ judgments, the more I drained myself. Then came the day I decided to bury my last f*ck.
I can still vividly recall that day. It was a frigid afternoon, and I found myself at our go-to spot, Chick-fil-A, a safe haven for stay-at-home moms. The staff there is always welcoming, which is a rarity when you’re a mom. We had spent about an hour and a half letting the kids enjoy the play area, but soon it was time to head home for my youngest, Lily’s nap.
As expected, when it was time to leave, Lily erupted into a full-blown tantrum. She was overtired and desperately needed rest. Despite my best efforts, it was impossible to calm her down. Meanwhile, my son, Jack, was also being particularly obstinate about putting on his shoes and coat in the bitter cold.
I took a deep breath, hoisted my wailing toddler into my arms, and gathered the coats. I warned Jack in my firmest mom voice that he needed to follow me to the car — or else. I can picture the scene: Lily kicking and screaming, me weighed down by coats and shoes, and Jack trailing behind, barefoot and complaining. We made the trek to the car, both kids unprepared for the frigid weather.
As we approached the vehicle, I noticed an older woman giving me the look — the kind that screams judgment. I could almost hear her thoughts: “What a terrible mother! Why can’t she control her kids?” Instead of letting her stare get under my skin, I met her gaze with a smile. I knew she could judge all she wanted; I was doing my best. I had finally buried my last f*ck, and in that moment, I felt liberated.
Conclusion
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