Mom Brave

“Take a breath and be nice,” I said to my husband after a lady rear ended us pretty bad today, mostly telling myself that. When we all got out the lady sobbed when she saw that we had a baby in the car. Poor little guy was sound asleep and woke up to some screeching tires and whip lash. (We are all safe-thanks to the Man upstairs). I just turned to my babe the second he was woken up with a big smile and said “it’s okay! Wasn’t that a crazy noise!?”

My mom once taught me that you have to fake like you aren’t scared…even if you are…because you’re a mom and those little eyes look to you for strength. So today, I learned what it’s like to be “mom-brave”, and just how brave my own mom really is. I hope the little eyes that searched for mine in a car accident will one day be the brave eyes and smiles for his own kids down the road and that he will remember to breathe and be nice, and smile even if he’s scared.