Sometimes I envy the moms who can stay in their vehicle at school drop off and pick up. Safe from the scrutiny of others because let’s face it: Sometimes, we are a mess.
Sometimes our hair didn’t get brushed because their hair and teeth did. Sometimes we can’t remember the last time we even washed our hair.
Sometimes our clothes don’t match, or they’re the ones we’ve worn all week to drop off in the mornings. Sometimes our legs are unshaven; our toenails unpainted.
But it’s because their clothes are clean, and they have everything in their backpack they need for today.
Sometimes I envy the moms that don’t have to visibly carry it all, parading right in front of the eyes of others who might have it more put together that day.
Sometimes, I hope the mom who needs to see that she’s not alone sees me. In all my mess.