I caught a glimpse of them today.
I watched as they fluttered outside my window, creating delicate flight patterns as they circled around each other.
I watched the fragile wings open and close and create a blur of color and beauty.
The butterflies moved in and out of my line of sight through the window as they encompassed each other and danced from the flowers to the sky.
“Mommy! My butterflies!” my toddler exclaimed as we watched them dance. I was delighted at his excitement.
And it was then I finally realized none of the rest of this matters.
Over the past two days I have been inundated with the grown up world. I have been dealing with the insurance company and bills and phone calls. And of course, I saw the Time cover.
In my already stressful world, the initiation of a mommy controversy is not something I want to be a part of. But it riled me none the less.
I have been in an unshakeable bad mood since yesterday. But then this afternoon, I turned off the computer. I put down my phone. And I watched the butterflies dance with my son.
It doesn’t matter how you fed your baby or how long you breastfed. It doesn’t matter if you did attachment parenting or not. It doesn’t matter where your baby slept or whether you used slings or strollers. This cover is clearly meant to illicit a response, not give an accurate depiction of breastfeeding or attachment parenting. It is also clearly meant to insult ALL mothers, posing the question, “Are you mom enough?” Mom enough for what, exactly?
There will always be decisions to make in parenting. There will always be opportunities for you to question your parenting choices.
But that takes away time from the things that really matter.
What really matters is that you love your child, in the best way that you know how, and in the way that works for you and your family.
And that you take the time to stop and treasure the moments with your children as they marvel at the wonders of the world.
I’d rather spend my time as a mother loving my son and delighting in his excitement over the beauty of butterflies dancing. After all, aren’t these the moments of motherhood that make it magical?
*These are my favorite blogger responses to the Time cover. Please take a moment to read their eloquently written words.