Rachel Marie Martin Quotes

Sometimes you have to let go of the picture of what you thought life would be like and learn to find joy in the story you are actually living.

Today in an auditorium full of parents my son scanned the room looking for me. When he saw me his face lit up the room. He wasn't looking for the perfect parent. He was looking for his mom. Don't ever forget the power of simply being their mom.

A good mom has bad days & great days & normal days & overwhelming days & perfect days & trying days & supermom days & just being a mom days & a whole lot of love & real & crazy motherhood days.

A Real Mom: Emotional, yet the rock. Tired, but keeps going. Worried, but full of hope. Impatient, yet patient. Overwhelmed, but never quits. Amazing, even though doubted. Wonderful, even in the chaos. Life changer, every single day.

No one can create agreements in your heart without your approval.

There is so much awesome in just being you.

tomorrow doesn't have to be like yesterday if you decide to change today.

In order to change, you need to stop fearing the change but instead fear the results of NOT trying to change. What happens if you don't jump? What happens if you stay where you are right now? Isn't the greatest risk the risk of doing nothing? Exist or risk. Dream or do. Fear not changing, and you will change your life.

Breathe sweet mom. Your kids need you. Not perfect. But you. With your worries. And your laughs. And your fails. And your try agains. Your love. Your showing up. That’s what matters. Breathe, sweet mom.

That is so mean!” cried Mary Anne. “Why would Nan White start something like that? Well, actually I can see why she would do that, but why would Valerie and Rachel join in and laugh and stuff?” “I don’t know,” I replied. “I’m glad they’re not close friends. If they were, I’d feel like a real outcast. Instead, I just feel … hurt, I guess.” “You have every right to feel hurt,” spoke up Jessi. “They were being cruel.” “I wonder why some kids always want to hurt other kids,” I mused. “I don’t know,” said Jessi slowly. “I guess Nan was just born that way.

Today in an auditorium full of parents my son scanned the room looking for me. When he saw me his face lit up the room. He wasn’t looking for the perfect parent. He was looking for his mom. Don’t ever forget the power of simply being their mom.

Sometimes you have to let go of the picture of what you thought life would be like and learn to find joy in the story you’re actually living.” -Rachel Marie Martin

There isn’t a perfect mom, a perfect house, a perfect kid, a perfect life. There’s just real. And real is one mom after another after another after another who wakes in the morning and see those kids who call her mom and pulls herself up and tries. She stumbles, but stands up. She worries, but gives. She loves. She mothers.

Carry on, brave mother who tries when she’s tired. Carry on, brave mother who gives unconditionally. carry on, Brave mother who cries because she loves. Carry on, brave mother who hopes without answers. Carry on, Brave mother who loves without expectations. Carry on, Brave mother. Carry on.