Free shipping on all orders over $75🎄

The split second after finding out I was going to be a mom, the questions started flooding my brain. What do I need to do next? Am I feeling the right symptoms? Am I doing the right things to prepare?

It’s inevitable—mom life comes with lots of questions and needed help. And whether you’re a veteran mom or you’ve never done it before, it can be overwhelming just trying to figure out where to find answers to those questions that are keeping you up at night.

And that’s where mom friends come in. Sure, your doctors are helpful and your mom is a wealth of knowledge, but mom friends, they’re the secret sauce. The ones you can go to at all hours of the day and night, and without judgment. The ones that will tell you when your worries are worth it and when they’re not worth another second of thought.

It’s hard to find the words to describe how special these friends are, but one thing that’s for certain—we owe them thanks.

Thank you for telling me it’ll be OK.

When I’m worried the new sleep pattern will never get better or the ear infections will never end, thank you for telling me it will be OK. Thank you for listening to me when I just need to vent and feel sorry for myself some days, and for not discounting my feelings, regardless of how sleep-deprived I sound. Your endless reassurance is what gets me through the days that feel endless, and over every hurdle that comes my way.

Thank you for telling me I’m doing a good job.

Some days I feel like World’s Number One Mom. And some days I feel like World’s Most Confused and Unprepared Mom. But either way, you make me feel like I’m capable and ready for anything ahead. When I have something to celebrate, you celebrate with me. And when I have something that’s not going the way I planned or had wanted, you remind me there’s still so much to celebrate. I do a good job because I have you.

Thank you for offering to help.

There may be days I’m calling nonstop, screaming from the rooftops, asking for your help. And you call, you come and you swoop in to save the day. I am grateful for your answers to “When do I transition to solid foods?” and “How long will this teething last?” and everything in between. And even when I say I’m just fine and I have got it all figured out, thank you for offering to help anyway. Even when I may not be asking for your help, I’m learning from you and grateful for you.

Thank you for being my friend.

Our lives may be currently inundated with being Mom, but above all, you’re my friend. Thank you for being there for me from the beginning and to the end. Thank you for your compassion, patience and love. You are the special person that may be behind the scenes, but is always forefront in my mind and in my heart.

To my friends—I hear you, I’m with you and I’m endlessly thankful for you.

So God Made a Mother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our new book, SO GOD MADE A MOTHER available now!

Order Now

Molly McKnight

I'm a first-time, full-time working mom, with a passion for helping women by sharing our stories. Currently live in Cincinnati, Ohio with my husband and son.

Stop Putting an Expiration Date on Making Memories

In: Kids, Motherhood
Mother and son in small train ride

We get 12 times to play Santa (if we’re lucky). This phrase stopped my scroll on a Sunday evening. I had an idea of the direction this post was going but I continued on reading. 12 spring breaks 12 easter baskets 20 tooth fairy visits 13 first days of school 1 first date 1-2 proms 1-2 times of seeing them in their graduation cap and gown 18 summers under the same roof And so on and so on. It was essentially another post listing the number of all the monumental moments that we, Lord willing, will get to experience with our...

Keep Reading

Connecting with My Teen Son Will Always Be Worth the Wait

In: Motherhood, Teen
Teen boy standing near lamppost, color photo

So much of parenting teens is just waiting around, whether it’s in the car picking them up, reading in waiting rooms now that they are old enough to visit the dentist alone, and quite honestly, a lot of sitting around at home while they cocoon in their rooms or spend hours FaceTiming friends. Sure, you have your own life. You work, run a household, have your own friends, and plan solo adventures to show your teen that you’re not just waiting around for them all the time. That you are cool with them not needing you so much. But deep...

Keep Reading

This Is Why Moms Ask for Experience Gifts

In: Faith, Living, Motherhood
Mother and young daughter under Christmas lights wearing red sweaters

When a mama asks for experience gifts for her kids for Christmas, please don’t take it as she’s ungrateful or a Scrooge. She appreciates the love her children get, she really does. But she’s tired. She’s tired of the endless number of toys that sit in the bottom of a toy bin and never see the light of day. She’s tired of tripping over the hundreds of LEGOs and reminding her son to pick them up so the baby doesn’t find them and choke. She’s tired of having four Elsa dolls (we have baby Elsa, Barbie Elsa, a mini Elsa,...

Keep Reading

6 Things You Can Do Now to Help Kids Remember Their Grandparents

In: Grief, Living, Loss, Motherhood
Grandfather dances with granddaughter in kitchen

A month ago, my mom unexpectedly passed away. She was a vibrant 62-year-old grandma to my 4-year-old son who regularly exercised and ate healthy. Sure, she had some health scares—breast cancer and two previous brain aneurysms that had been operated on successfully—but we never expected her to never come home after her second surgery on a brain aneurysm. It has been devastating, to say the least, and as I comb through pictures and videos, I have gathered some tips for other parents of young kids to do right now in case the unexpected happens, and you’re left scrambling to never...

Keep Reading

To the Parents Who Coach: Thank You

In: Living, Motherhood
Mother with young son in soccer uniform, color photo

I always planned on being an involved parent, whatever that would mean. Never an athlete, always athletic, I joined the swim team in high school, taught swim lessons for spending money as a college freshman, played intramural soccer at 10 p.m. on weeknights on a college team with a ridiculous name. Later, mama to only one baby, finding extra dollars wherever I could, I coached track. And then, my own babies really started to play sports. I promised myself I would volunteer as possible, but something always stood in the way, and all I could manage was to get my...

Keep Reading

A C-Section Mom Simply Needs You to Hear Her Story

In: Baby, Motherhood
Newborn baby crying in doctor's hands

As an expecting mother, I was told all about the sleepless nights. People made sure to give their opinion on whether I should bottle feed, breastfeed, or exclusively pump. I was told which swaddle to buy, which sound machine worked best, and when to introduce a pacifier. They told me about sleep training but that it really didn’t matter because I wouldn’t get any sleep anyway. Whenever I would mention how scared I was to give birth, I’d always get the same response: oh. honey, don’t worry, your body will know what to do. I remember listening to calming meditations...

Keep Reading

I’m Leaning into Kintsugi Parenting

In: Motherhood
Mom hugs little girl with pigtails

My 5-year-old daughter whimpers in the darkness. “I am putting the baby down,” I whisper, the rocking chair creaking. “You need to go with Dad.” Even in the dark, I can make out the stubborn, I’m-not-going-anywhere look. Call it defiance. Call it deep attachment to me. All I know is that to be so openly disobeyed makes me run a gauntlet of emotions. First, I feel irked that she’ll wake up the baby, but that’s the surface-level stuff. What really gets to me is the fear—am I doing a bad job because my kid won’t readily “obey”? Have I failed...

Keep Reading

Feed Them—and Other Ways To Help NICU Parents

In: Baby, Motherhood
Parents holding hands of premature baby in NICU

I’ve been thinking quite a bit about our reality as NICU parents to a healthy, brilliant NICU graduate. Our child was born very prematurely and spent weeks in the NICU so he could grow and stabilize. My first experience as a mother of a baby was shattered in so many ways. Trauma still lingers, but I am so grateful for all I have learned from our time beside our little baby in his isolette bed. One thing I learned was that some people who really want to help support NICU parents really don’t know how they can. Here are some...

Keep Reading

Life’s Most Precious Treasures are the People I Get To Love

In: Motherhood
Family relaxing together on a bed at home

Life is a whirlwind. The days blur into weeks, and the weeks into years, leaving us wondering where the time has gone. In the blink of an eye, my oldest boys, once tiny tots, have now reached the ripe age of 10. With eight more years until they venture off to college, I find myself acutely aware of the fleeting nature of their childhood. As a mom juggling multiple roles—household manager, PTO president, bookkeeper, and the support and sales backbone of my husband’s real estate business—life often feels like a relentless marathon. In the midst of this whirlwind, I have...

Keep Reading

I Didn’t Know It Was Postpartum Anxiety

In: Motherhood
Tired woman with baby sleeping in foreground

I was always warned about postpartum depression. I was prepped by my midwife. I had the pamphlets. I was ready. Just in case. But what no one ever prepped me for was postpartum anxiety. When my second was a few months old, I started noticing I was feeling a little more, well, tight. Nervous. Stressed. And then some irrational thoughts started taking over. Every time I heard a train I would begin to obsess over whether it would crash. I would hear a siren and think of all the ways my children could be hurt. The idea of someone coming...

Keep Reading