I see a mama who woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but you see a mama who tended to and snuggled her children all night.
I see a mama who served up frozen waffles, almost-rotten bananas, and goldfish for breakfast, but you see a mama who spent less time cooking and more time connecting.
I see a mama who forgot her child's lunch at home, but you see a mama who we both know will swoop into the preschool and save the day with some McD's lunch around noon.
I see a mama who rushes her kids, but you see a mama who is trying damn hard to keep up with the ones who can't and don't want to keep up without her in tow.
I see a mama who looks old and tired, but you see a mama who looks likes she's having lots of adventures.
I see a mama who is lacking, but you see a mama with abundance.
I see a mama who peeved off her threenager, but you see a Queen who, rightfully, won’t let her castle be overrun.
There is one thing, though, on which we see eye-to-eye —
I see a mama who relies on her faith an awful lot, and, well, you see that too, and you think that's utterly beautiful, just like the mama.
As mothers, we may view ourselves differently than others and often in a less than favorable light, but thank God for the other mamas in this world who see us for who we indeed are and don't hesitate to remind us of who that is.