I feel the same about these solo moms who orbit my life. They hold a deeper knowing that’s unspoken. I am a badass mom because of the badass moms who surround me.
So, by my own definition, is that bravery? Living my life, even though I’m afraid to.
My mom has been enshrined in my mind as a badass since I was eight years old, though I may not have used quite that vocabulary at the time.
I didn’t particularly look forward to my girls’ tween and teen years. But now that I’m camped in them, I realize something: I should have.
Strong is the New Pretty is a series of photographs showing my two young girls, as well as their friends, just as they are — loud, athletic, fearless, messy, joyous, frustrated. I wanted to celebrate these girls as they are, not how females are expected to be. I wanted to celebrate them, just as they are, and show them that is enough.
She just turned nine this week which means, I only have nine more years to get her ready to fight for herself in the real world. There are just SO. MANY. THINGS I want her to know.
Loving herself despite her failures, flaws, and imperfections gave her children permission to love themselves “as is.”
I was at the end of long day of sibling fighting. Injustices hurled one from the other. A car ride turned tense. The threat of a harmful blow with a pocket swiss army knife. A yoga mat to the head purposefully. Constant negotiation. “Use your words” went out the window around 10 a.m. only to be replaced with “don’t hit your sister again!”
My date spends much of the movie sitting perched in the open passenger window of our car, doing her best to take in every bit of action around us and hoping to be noticed herself.
By Jennifer Savage. As the woman with red talons prepared all the necessary paperwork and supplies, Lucille practically twitched with excitement.