Ever since I became a mom, it feels like I’m a character in a low-budget film, with cameras rolling as I navigate this unpredictable script. Just the other day, after a stern talking-to in the car, I turned to my sibling in the passenger seat and whispered, “I seriously have no idea what I’m doing!” But one thing I do know is how to say I’m sorry. Whether it’s feeling overwhelmed as a working mom, raising my voice, or unintentionally nudging my child aside (gently, of course)—I’ve learned to crouch down, look her in the big brown eyes, and say, “Mama apologizes.” Yes, I make mistakes, I acknowledge them, and we keep moving forward.
In this journey, I often overlook the beautiful aspects of my life that faded when I embraced motherhood. It’s high time I make amends for some of those lost treasures.
Dear Breasts,
Oh, my lovely duo—remember the thrill when you became a full B cup? That was a moment to cherish! Then came the little one with an insatiable appetite, and suddenly our perky hopes took a backseat. I’m sorry for that quick shift from excitement to sacrifice. You deserved better. I have a gift card for a lingerie shop in my wallet; how about a fun shopping trip together? It may not bring back the B cup, but we can still have an A-plus time.
Dear Popular TV Shows since 2010,
I apologize, but could you ask my friends and the internet to stop reminding me about how amazing you are? I know I’m missing out on classics like “Homeland” and “House of Cards.” One day, when technology allows me to plug in USB sticks directly into my brain, I promise to catch up.
Dear Memory,
I’m sorry. (Sniffs air.) What was I writing about again?
Dear Car Floor,
I’m so very sorry. Each day, I’m overwhelmed by the crumbs and chaos my child creates. It’s as if she’s a reverse vacuum, expelling bits of food everywhere. I can’t even recall your original color. I promise to do better soon.
Dear Magazines,
I see you stacked up and filled with delightful words. I haven’t forgotten my love for you. If only I could find a moment to skim your covers. It may be a year or a decade before the fashion advice becomes relevant again, but I will eventually flip through your pages—perhaps if I just move you to the bathroom.
Dear Friends Without Kids,
I apologize for repeating stories and forgetting who I’ve told them to. Double sorry if you were there when it happened. And triple sorry if I’ve exaggerated so much that you think I’m lying to seem funnier. As a storyteller, sometimes I end up tossing my skills aside, hoping to compensate for everything else I’m struggling with.
Dear Sleep,
You are the greatest love I’ve neglected. My beautiful companion, I’m sorry for not fighting for you harder each day. One day, we will reunite, and I’ll indulge in your embrace once more.
Dear Husband’s Well, You Know,
I’d apologize, but honestly, this is all your doing.
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In summary, motherhood is a journey filled with ups and downs, and it’s essential to acknowledge the parts of ourselves we may have neglected. By embracing these apologies, we can move forward and reconnect with the joys of life.