Tears of Joy

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Have you ever sat with tears of joy streaming down your face?  It doesn’t matter what kind of joy, but just pure joy.  This post today is random, kind of like me.  Hey, I’m random.  There was another post scheduled for today, but something amazing happened as I slept.  So, anywho….back to the story at hand.

Maybe you’ve had tears of joy about a new job, your child using the potty for the first time, your husband not missing the toilet.  It could’ve been joy that you arrived to work on time, and you didn’t forget to pack your child’s lunch (that’s a BONUS).  I’ve had tears of joy simply for my dogs sitting quietly on the porch instead of darting off because they saw another human and needed to say hello.  Boy, I’m simple.

Recently, I started a facebook group totally on a whim.  The group is for mamas.  And in my book, you are a mama if you are a female.  You may have children, you may now be a grandmother, you may be an aunt, sister, cousin, friend, teacher, etc.  Hey, it doesn’t matter. You’re a female, and we can all relate in some areas.

This group came to me one day.  I contacted a friend who is a fellow Navy Wife to have our regular chat via messenger.  As we chatted, the more the idea nudged me. We openly discussed our day and frustrations.  That was us from the beginning. Actually, I only have four other people I can honestly say I’m able to do this with and not feel judged.

Before these ladies, I had a dear friend that we talked about EVERYTHING.  We laughed, shared stories, gave and received advice, and discussed our struggles without judgment. She is now gone, and I had to learn to pick myself up and keep it moving.  There are still days I tell her about the craziness my kids do, and I stand in the kitchen smiling knowing what her responses are.  You see, that friend passed away suddenly. I can still remember our last phone conversation, our last text, our last laughter, our last heated discussion (all in fun) about our views of life.  The list goes on, but I had someone.  Someone to talk to, someone to listen and to listen to.  Someone to laugh and get teary eyed with (I don’t cry, I don’t cry.  lol).

Each and every day I see women going to and fro with the hustle and bustle of their lives. The hustle and bustle that appears not to hold a care in the world.  Only the care of maintaining a household and an appearance to the world of happiness and content.  As women, we feel we cannot expose our true frustrations and worries; this was me.  I was once that woman that felt she couldn’t say how much she HATED being home.  Being home all day with kids.  Being home all day to clean, wipe butts, wipe noses, grocery shop, laundry, etc.  Finally one day I said, “NO MORE!”  It all came out of my mouth like vomit, “I HATE being home with these kids.  I HATE being the only one cooking and cleaning.  I HATE not having anyone to talk to and being criticized for sharing my true feelings of mommyhood”.  You know what?  It felt GREAT!  It felt great to be free and share my story of how much the kids drove me insane, but also being able to say I love them.  It felt great asking a question about raising kids that to some sounded stupid, but I didn’t know what to do.  It felt great leaving the kids at home so DadJonz and I could have an adult night out for dinner to laugh and reconnect and not have people tell me how bad of a mother I was because I needed a break.

Fast forward to now. I still take great pride in standing up and saying how much my kids drive me insane, but at the same time, I have no desire in going back to corporate America as a Logistician.  I enjoy being home when my kids come home from school and being available to volunteer at their school.  I love being a mommy, but I also know there are everyday struggles that moms and dads go through in raising children.  It would be an injustice for me to act as though life is perfect and not share the everyday woes, heartaches, and laughter.

Why The Tears Of Joy From MomJonz?

So, why the tears of joy you ask?  Yes, I went around the world and back again.  The tears of joy are because of the beautiful Mamas and Coffee group. A group of women that appreciate knowing they Are Not Alone in raising their children and living life.  The tears of joy are because of the appreciations shared toward me for being transparent about my feelings and opening the doors for these moms to breathe.  These ladies share and inspire.  These tears of joy are simply because I now know that I Am Not Alone.

Thank you to ALL the amazing women of Mamas and Coffee that started this journey with me. Thank you for making me laugh and thank you for supporting one another.  I love you ladies, and we are on this ride together. Let’s ROCK IT!

No, I’m not the first nor will be the last.  But, I am the start for an audience looking to find our voice.  So, if you need a supportive group of ladies, don’t be afraid to join us.  Remember to laugh and live.  You Are Not Alone!

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