Play Nice

We now live in a generation where we constantly are able to see and share who we are, what we are doing, and promote what we believe in. From a world arguing about vaccinations and political content. I gotta tell you. I am sick of it. When did women decide that the best way to raise themselves up was by standing on the backs of other mothers and women? Sure- we preach loving each other, and take super cute selfies with our squad. But- how much garbage do we spew about each other behind each others backs. Pause. Be honest with yourself here! Think you are innocent? Let’s think of a few examples, that even I am guilty of. Your one friend on instagram who is killing her personal business and posts how you can join and how she became successful. The friends who only reach out to you when they are wanting to sell something. The girl who is super invested in nutrition and posts about what she ate that day.

I say yes sister! You have a passion and share it? You try to genuinely help people? You get to stay home with your kids? And make cash? You. Are. remarkable. I do not care if you sell wraps, oils, meal plans, workouts, eye lashes, or adult diapers babe. I see you. Sure- this is not my jam. This right here. My blog. This is my jam. But honey- it is not my right to discount what you thrive at. Whether or not I understand it is none of my business.

When did all of this fear of the unknown become something intolerable? Are we that unsophisticated to completely avoid something we do not understand? Or something we do not agree with? We are doing ourselves a giant disservice girls. Because let me let you in on a little secret. We absolutely need men for certain things. I am beyond grateful for my father and my husband, but you want to know the truth? In my opinion, when it comes to having it all? Who run the world? Girls. Who can be gentle to their children and work themselves into the ground? Who can literally create life and go back to work six weeks later? Who can have two kids and fight like hell to bounce back, kick ass, and take names? Women. So if we are so damn strong, why are we making efforts to discount each others struggles and successes just to make ourselves feel stronger? Here is what we are missing- helping other women win, cheering them on, sharing their content on our stories and lifting each other up, does not take away from the success and blessings coming to you. Spreading rumors or hateful things about other girls will not make you happier, It just won’t. We do not need the other mommy blogger in our life to fail to help us to succeed. We do not need the other personal trainer we know to get less followers so we get more. The world does not work that way. We could be such a bigger force if we chose to promote rather than put down. Imagine a world of females. Boss Babes. Who constantly uplifted every other female. The possibilities are endless. Promote the people just starting off. Teach them what you learned along the way.

There is plenty of hate out there- decide to be different. Encourage each other. Take the time to listen to someone about their dreams- even if they make no sense to you at all. Who cares?

I wasn’t going to go here but I cannot help it. Moms- you are the worst about this. Sorry- I never promised gentleness. Shaming each other. Who cares if you breast fed, bottle fed, or burger fed. Is your child loved? Solid. Breast is best. Sure- if that works for you and your babe- I love that! But for me, I had PPD with both boys and BARELY made it to 6 weeks. I have been told multiple times that I am less of a mother for doing so. Not that I had a C-section after 26 hours of labor. No. Or that I fiercely love my children. Nope. They care about what I fed them. Well, let me tell you. Fed is best. I don’t care what that looks like. And another thing- I have been on a playground with mothers who nursed until 2 years(superhero), moms who never nursed, and moms who did their best and let me tell you… our children are equally weird. Deal. Vaccinations. Yep- let’s talk. Mind your own womb babe- Both of my children are fully vaccinated. My first son has a delay, and with this knowledge I pushed forward and still vaccinated my second son. That is my choice- they are my children. If you do not vaccinate your children for your own reasons. Power. To. You. They are your children. You have the same right I had to choose what I “think” is best for my kids.

A little bit of a tangent there, but all in all, big point here- aren’t you tired of being negative? Are you not tired of choosing to compile a list of people you don’t “like” for whatever reason? I have my own issues. I choose not bring more negativity or strife into my life. You sell things off your IG? You have your own business? You blog? You dance, do photography, or produce encouragement and health and wellness tips? Consider me your new biggest fan. The world hands us enough obstacles. I think we could all really learn from playing nice.

Tough love today- but I love you and will support you in whatever you are doing. Because the fact that you were brave enough to put yourself out there and do something you believe in is enough reason for me to show you some love sister. I choose to play nice.

PK