You're Doing Fine Mama

You see a Mom, who's just given birth.
She's anxious, exhausted, and questioning her worth.
Her whole world wrapped up in one little bundle,
Thinking What if I fail them?  What if I stumble?

Instead of comfort you bring her distress.
You judge her choices, saying She's a Hot Mess.
"Fuck right off" is all I can say
You Judgey Assholes go on with your day.

In the checkout line with a toddler in tow,
he's having a fit because he's just been told NO!
She feels your glare, as she holds up the line.
Let them stare Mama, you're doing fine.

Opinions are like assholes, everybody's got em.
Will you put disposable or cloth on their bottom?

Are you using the breast or the bottle to feed?
Will you let them cry it out, or rush to their need?

Will you homeschool or send them away?
"That Mama just sits on Facebook all day."

This Mama drinks wine, That Mama cusses,
That Mama picks Baby up each time he fusses.

Her kids are too wild, always on the run.
That Mamas a drill sergeant, never lets them have fun.

This Mamas Organic, that one serves Mac & Cheese.
"Can you believe her kid doesn't even say please?"

This Mama leaves for a job 8 hours a day.
This Mama doesn't, at home is where she'll stay.

At the end of the day, when your head hits the bed.
Don't beat yourself up Mama, your kids are dressed and fed.

You loved them in that special way, that only you know how.
Inspite what others think or say, or glares from furrowed brow.

There will be days when we know we could have done better.
Motherhood is not a perfect science, down to the letter.

Just dust yourself off Mama, and try again tomorrow.
Don't dwell on the failures and wallow in your sorrow.

There's not a Soul On Earth, who knows what they need like you do.
It's written on your heart Mama, you just keep doing You!

Blessings!
Mandy