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How does she do it?

Asks the mom with the newborn coming home from the hospital to the mom with the 6-month-old. The mom who breastfeeds easily in public. The mom who gets out the door on time. The mom who makes a homemade dinner most nights. The mom who is able to keep the house decently clean. The mom who actually has a routine set for her baby.

How does she do it?

Asks the mom with the 1-year-old running around destroying her house, to the mom with the 2-month-old AND 1-year-old. The mom who is getting no sleep yet entertains her toddler all day while she feeds her baby. The mom who still feeds her toddler somewhat healthy meals. The mom who is able to get out of the house with the two kids in tow.

How does she do it?

Asks the mom with 2 kids to the mom with 6. The mom who brings 2 kids to high school, 2 kids to elementary school, and stays home with the other 2. The mom who has to drop off the older to soccer, the middle to play practice, and is hauling around the little ones in the car on the way. The mom who is up late with her teenager and then up again every 3 hours with her baby. The mom who is juggling all stages of childhood.

How does she do it?

Asks the Stay-at-Home Mom to the Full-Time Working Mom. The mom who works a 9-5 job, drops off and picks up her kids from daycare and is still able to get dinner on the table. The mom who helps the kids with their homework, puts them to bed on time, make lunches for the next day, tidies up the house and does it all again. Every. Single. Day.

How does she do it?

Asks the mom with the husband who comes home after work to the single mom. The mom who gets up with her kids and puts them to bed all by herself. The mom who has no one to pass her kids to at the end of a long day. The mom who doesn’t get a break on weekends and evenings. The mom who doesn’t have someone else to parent with.

How does she do it?

Asks the working away from home mom to the homeschooling mom. The mom who spends day and night with her kids from the moment they wake up to the middle of the night feedings. The mom who deals with tantrum after tantrum with no break. The mom who teaches them school and then feeds them all their meals. The mom who is with them every single moment.

How does she do it?

She does it because she is mom. And she is the right mom for her kids and for their needs and for her family at the right moment. She does it because that is where God has placed her. That is where she is meant to be. That is what she is meant to do.

She does it by being mom. By being mom how she was meant to be mom. While it may look incredibly different from how you were meant to be mom, it doesn’t mean she is a better mom, a harder working mom, a perfect mom.

She does it because she is a different mom than you are. And you do it because you are a different mom than she is.

You are the right kind of mom. The right mom for your babies. And that mom? She is the right one too.

Be mom. Be mom how you were meant to be mom. Be mom how God intended you to be mom.

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Esther Vandersluis

Esther is a Canadian writing from Hamilton, Ontario, living in a sea of pink as a girl mom to three. Find her on Facebook (www.facebook.com/beautifulalarm) where you will find writing for stay-at-home moms, moms with littles, sleep-deprived moms, moms feeding babies, and babies with failure to thrive, all under the umbrella of faith in Jesus Christ.

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