A Letter to Moms
Why "Just Making It" Is More Than Enough (A Letter to Overwhelmed Moms)
I always wanted to be a mom.
For as long as I can remember, it was the one thing I knew deep down I was meant to be. So when I finally became one, I was overjoyed. My heart felt full in a way I didn’t even know was possible.
But it was also so much harder than I expected.
I thought I would be the kind of mom who could handle everything life threw at her. Patient. Calm. Present. The one with snacks in her bag and answers for every meltdown. And sometimes, I am that mom.
But other times... I’m just trying to keep the house semi-standing, get through the bedtime chaos, and make it to the end of the day without completely falling apart.
Some days are beautiful. Some days are messy. And a lot of them are both.
I had to learn, honestly, I’m still learning, that being a good mom doesn’t mean you never get overwhelmed. It doesn’t mean you're never touched out or that you never lose your temper or cry in the bathroom.
Being a good mom means you care. It means you keep going. It means you love deeply—even when you’re tired, even when you don’t have all the answers, even when you’re just... making it.
That phrase—just making it—has followed me through so many seasons of my life. Before motherhood, it helped me through some of the darkest times: anxiety, depression, days where everything felt like too much. It became something I told myself on repeat: Just make it through today. Just make it through this hour.
When I started dreaming about growing a business, trying to find a name that felt true to me, that same phrase came back again:
Just make it through bedtime.
Just make it through this tantrum.
Just make it through the mess.
So I built something around that idea. Around honesty. Around the moms who are doing their best without pretending it’s all perfect.
Because “just making it” doesn’t mean you’re failing—it means you’re fighting. It means you’re showing up. It means you’re doing the hardest job in the world with heart, humor, and more strength than you give yourself credit for.
If you’ve been feeling like you’re barely hanging on, I want you to know: you’re not alone. You’re not broken. And you’re not doing it wrong.
You’re just making it—and that is more than enough.
Love,
A fellow mama still figuring it out
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