My Ink Dance

Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

How Motherhood is Like High School

I stood there in the pick-up line pretending I wasn’t wearing yoga pants….again. I tried not to make eye contact with the other moms who had it all so perfect. After all they were wearing heels. Seriously. In the middle of the day. For no reason. The only time I wear heels is for weddings.


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No one told me motherhood would be just like high school.

I know I graduated and left my egocentric teen self far behind, but somehow the worst parts of high school are finding their way back into my life. Only now I can’t chalk it up to adolescence and say I’ll grow out of it.

With every high heel, designer bag, perfect manicure, luxury car I see I find myself shrinking back both wishing someone would notice me and praying that no one will.

Insecurity is like that. It’s a war going on inside that begs to be seen and invisible at the same time. I guess the truth is that we all want to be seen, but we want to be seen and liked. We want to fit in and stand out.

I’ve yet to find a way to be both sides of a coin.

So there I am spinning, making myself dizzy, never knowing whether to call heads or tails. Hey, at least I’m wearing comfy pants though.

But really, maybe it’s not about the trying and the keeping up. Maybe it’s about knowing that we are not alone. Maybe it’s about remembering that this isn’t high school and we don’t need to wait for someone to ask us to the dance. Maybe it’s about knowing we are just who we’re supposed to be. It’s no mistake. We’re not getting it right or wrong.

And just in case you need to know you’re not alone and I’m not as crazy as I sound, see what these mom’s have to say.


Linking up today with Holley Gerth and Jennifer Dukes Lee.


About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

13 Replies

  1. Ha! This is so true, sad but true. Writers like you are helping others know they are not alone…so there’s that. 🙂

    1. Becky Hastings

      Knowing you’re not alone helps, doesn’t it?! Thanks for visiting!

  2. This is great! I love the song. If only we could all just remember we are cool in our own way! My kids were watching this with me, and my 8 year old said, “You don’t need to be like the cool moms, you already are one”. There you go. Just ask a kid. (unless they’re mad at you because you made them do chores or school work, then you shouldn’t ask til later. Bahaha!)

    1. Becky Hastings

      Awwwww! That’s so cute (and true about the mad part!) Thanks for visiting!

  3. I’m hiding in my house in my sweats and slippers completely identifying with you. Oh, the humiliation! Oh, the comfort! Oh, the heat needs to be turned up! 😛

    1. Becky Hastings

      I’m with you on that Lea Ann! I’ve been adding wood to the woodstove all day. It’s a balmy 20 degrees in Connecticut today. How about where you are?

  4. Awesome! You made me feel like I was there -ick! (Visiting from Michael Hyatt’s FB page)

    1. Becky Hastings

      Thanks Kendra!

  5. Wonderful post! What mom has not been there & felt this way! Seriously. Powerful truth right here >> ” Maybe it’s about knowing we are just who we’re supposed to be.” Amen!

    1. Becky Hastings

      Thanks Joanne!

  6. It’s so true! High school is 20 years behind me, but there are days I feel like that awkward teenager with bad hair and uncool clothes compared to the cool moms. Although, now I try to always change out of my yoga pants and at least put on a pair of jeans before picking up my kids for the reasons you just said. Then I put the yoga pants back on when I get back home! bahahaha!

    1. Becky Hastings

      I’m so glad I’m not the only one Jeri! When did Jeans become dressing up? Yoga pants are just soooooo comfortable! And when so much of parenting is uncomfortable, well….the yoga pants sure are nice!

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