Last night I went out with a group of women from my mom and dad’s church to go see the movie, “Moms’ Night Out.” If you’re not familiar with the movie, it is a Christian-faith-based movie, so you can easily find it by its hateful reviews. The Wrap calls it “anti-feminist” while Christy Lemire of rogerebert.com calls it “depressingly regressive and borderline dangerous,” for no other reason that I can see except for the fact that it is about stay-at-home moms. This is rather insulting to the 5 million moms who stay home with their kids in the U.S., myself included. A movie about moms who don’t work outside the home, gasp! How archaic! How insulting to women’s intelligence! Or perhaps it is a movie about real people, made for real people, not for critics.
For myself it was so refreshing to go out with women of all ages and be able to all relate to the same thing: Motherhood. It’s hard. And rewarding. And hard. But so so worth it.
The main character, Allyson, at one point says that she “can’t get ahead.” She’s always failing herself and her perfect image of what it means to be a mom and projects those negative feelings onto what she thinks everyone else thinks of her. Wow. Yes. Exactly.
It’s been a long time since I’ve watched a movie and felt like it could have been about me exactly. Like Allyson, I’m struggling to keep up a mommy blog (Ha! Barely.), I have kids who make a mess of everything, my husband may or may not think I’m an emotional wreck most of the time (but he loves me anyway!), and I feel like a failure most days.
Do you feel the same way? I don’t think I’m alone in this. But there is good news. There is! My kids and God love me anyway. I don’t have to be perfect. I really don’t. There is grace enough to make up for my mistakes (and trust me, there are lots).
Every morning, the sun will rise, and I have another chance to love my family. And I will fail. I won’t be perfect. I won’t always speak with a loving tone. I won’t always be patient with every cup of milk that is spilled (seriously, it’s too expensive to let the dog lick it up, stop spilling it!). But, you know what? That’s okay. Really! Because I’m not supposed to be perfect. I’m just supposed to love my kids. And I do! No one else can be their mother the way I can, however imperfectly.
My moms’ night out was affirming to me. So if you are reading this, and you are one of the 15 women in the theater with me, laughing at our shared experiences: Thank you. Thank you for you encouragement. Thank you for the part you have played in my mommyhood redemption. You. We. Are more important than we know.