A Few Thoughts Before Mother’s Day…

As many of you know, last year we had the opportunity to participate in a speaking tour called Time Out for Women. A lot of people assumed we were there to talk about our cookbooks or dinner or something, but we were actually there to talk about motherhood—the expectations we set for ourselves based on what we see on the internet and our own experiences as mothers, and also our experiences with our own moms. Since Mother’s Day is on Sunday, we wanted to share a little of what we talked about last year.  This post is a little different than what we normally talk about around here; but we hope you take the time and enjoy the read, and share it with others if you feel so inclined.

If you spend any amount of time browsing the internet, you know what it takes to be an ideal wife and mother. If you read enough blogs or spend enough time browsing Pinterest, you’ll know that you need to…

*Prepare 3 healthy, homemade, preferably organic meals a day.

*You’ll need an elaborately simple system for folding and organizing your laundry.

*Due to a system of charts, your house will never be more than 10 minutes away from being company ready.

*You’ll properly display your family with their coordinating heights and ages in a vinyl decal on your minivan.

*You’ll send your daughters to school every day with a different hairdo, most of which involve mastering curling their hair with a flat iron and twisting elaborate shapes into her hair, fastened with giant bows and flowers that you have on a color-coded hair-bow organizer that you made yourself.

*You’ll never buy eggs from the store—if you’re a good mom, you’ll build your own chicken coop in the backyard and paint it a popular Benjamin Moore shade where your free-range chickens can happily lay their organic eggs.

*You’ll have professional portraits taken on a very regular basis. They should always be taken outdoors, either on abandoned rail-road tracks, in front of an abandoned burnt-down graffitied building that’s clearly unsafe for children, out in nature, but with items that don’t naturally occur in nature, like the big velvet couch that mysteriously appeared in the middle of a wheat field.  Bonus points if you get at least one shot with your family holding hands while walking away from the camera.

*You’ll reupholster all your old furniture in funky, hard-to-find fabrics.

*Your kids clothes will be made from your husband’s old work shirts.

*At some point, you’ll consider redecorating your whole house with owls.

*You’ll definitely make all your own baby food because it’s just as easy as buying it at the store, and everyone knows that your babies will grow up with above-average intelligence and be better-looking in adulthood. Because of your homemade baby food.

*And finally, if you don’t simultaneously bargain shop AND shop at Anthropologie, you might as well not shop at all.

We might be guilty of a few of those things, but it’s easy to see how when we start looking around at what everyone else appears to be doing, we can start feeling a little inadequate.  While the internet and social media are amazing sources of inspiration and creativity, they can sometimes serve simply as a reminder of everything we don’t have and aren’t able to accomplish, especially as mothers.  Too often, they overemphasize the good and under-emphasize the bad.  As we peruse the cyber-world, it’s easy to be left with the impression that everyone else is somehow able to accomplish so much more than we are.

We have seen this first-hand when people compare themselves to the very little part of us that appears on the Internet. Somehow, people have gotten the idea that ALL of the meals in our homes look like the ones we post here on the blog.

Pretty Food from Our Best Bites

Our kids always get 27 pancakes with fresh berries on top, we garnish every individual serving, and we certainly serve all of our food on gorgeous plates with coordinating cloth table linens.

Yeah, not so much.  At my house it’s often more a question of, “Hmm…what else could I possibly serve with ranch dressing today?”

Nuggets and Ranch

And we may or may not be on a first name basis with the drive-through attendants at both Sonic and McDonald’s.


Here’s one of our favorites: a little something I like to call “The 400 Special.”  It’s a great demonstration of the value I place on education and learning in the home.  I send my three young boys to rummage through the freezer and assert their exceptional knowledge of both letters and numbers as they search for anything and everything they can find that says, “bake at 400” on the package.

The Infamous 400 Special from Our Best Bites

And because I also value the nutritional content of our family meals, I sometimes put the dino nuggets on lettuce and call it a Crispy Chicken Salad.

Crispy Dino Salad

The facade of parenting and motherhood faces the same issues on the internet.  When you take a look at blogs and Facebook, you’d think that children are happy and smiling and that all babies lie nakedly wrapped in nets in fur-lined wooden bowls, like nature intended…

Baby Will

But you might not see as many little princesses transforming into evil queens…

Evil Queen

Or little Picasos feeling a little too liberal with their definition of ‘artistic expression’

Art kid 1

Or your Costco-sized bag of flour being turned into a playground for Bob the Builder and all his friends…

Trains in Flour

Or your special kitchen “helper” doing lots of “helping”…

Cheesecake disaster

Or the little chef “making pancakes” in a household item that in no way resembles an actual cooking item.

Eggs in Vaccum

(Yes, that is in fact my vacuum.)

The fact is, motherhood is not all sunshine and rainbows.  And life isn’t always bubbly, happy, color-coordinated, and pin-worthy.


The photo below is my Mother in 1979, holding me, her first daughter.  I often look at this photo and think what an exciting time it must have been in her life.  My parents had just built their first home, in a new city where my Dad would start a job he would excel at for the next 30+ years of life.  She had 2 young children, and would give birth to 2 more in the coming years.  Life was good.

Sara Mom 3

But as hard as we try, we can’t always control every detail of our lives.  My Mom’s life hit some bumpy paths and took unexpected turns.  In her adult years she’s suffered from disease and brain injury that have disabled her over the years.  My mom is a much different woman now than she was when I was a child and as the years go by, my memories of her in her full capacity are largely ones from my childhood.  She started getting sick with a very progressive disease just as I was coming into adulthood.  Knowing a parent when you’re a child yourself is much different than having a relationship with them when you’re an adult, and her life took a drastic turn right at that pivotal time in both of our lives. Today, she is mostly bound to a wheelchair and needs constant care and assistance with basic daily functions.  Even now as I write this blog post, she’s in a hospital, hooked to tubes and pumps and needles.  Her mind is as fragile as her body.  Sometimes she recognizes who I am when I call and sometimes I have to remind her that I’m her daughter.  That my name is Sara.  That I live in Idaho and have three little boys.

Sara's Mom 1

I wonder all the time what life would be like had these circumstances been different.  When I see girls my age out to lunch with their Moms at restaurants, or shopping at the mall together, it tugs on my heart a little bit.  I wish I could know the woman she was years ago now that I’m an adult myself.  I’m intrigued by that woman because I’m in her shoes now; I’m a mother.  I’m raising a family and doing all of the things she did when I was young. I want to remember her like that, I want to know her like that.  I want to ask her all about it and hear advice on how to do this mothering thing right.  Now I pour over photographs and memorabilia about her life.  And as I look back on those things and speak with people who have known her for many years, I realize what a smart, capable, and creative woman she was.  When I was a child she was just doing grown-up stuff.  She led complex organizations and planned huge events.  She created ridiculously magical birthday parties for me and my siblings with amazing cakes- and I can’t help but think, how’d she do that?  She didn’t even have Google, let alone Pinterest!  The woman planned neighborhood parties, PTA Fundraisers, and sewed every Halloween costume I ever wore in my entire life.  By the cyber-standards we measure motherhood today, she was a total rock-star of a Mom.

Sara Mom 2

But here’s the thing.  All of those things I just mentioned?  That’s what I remember when I look back at photos.  When in quiet moments I let my mind wander to the things engraved upon my heart, it’s a different set of memories entirely.  I remember as clear as day how she’d let me pull up a chair and play “ice cream man” while she did the dishes.  I remember her “letting” me match all of the socks in the laundry basket and making a game out of it.  I remember the feeling of her hands as they rubbed my back when I was scared at night.  I remember her talking to me and asking me about my day and my life when we’d drive around on endless errands.  I remember her favorite meal of canned tomato soup and slightly burned grilled cheese because she always sat down with me for lunch when we’d have that.  What I remember, what I treasure, are moments stemming from the most mundane moments of motherly duties: laundry, errands, bed time.  What I know now, that I didn’t know then and I don’t think she knew either, was that it was in those simple moments that she taught me how to be a mother.  If there is one thing I could express to her now, and have her truly understand; it’s how grateful I am for that.  For those moments that so perfectly, and unexpectedly,  prepared me to be a Mom.

Sara and Mom in Pool

From my own circumstances, I feel grateful to have a little bit of an enlightened view of what’s important as a child.  When the moments of my life come where I’m flooded with thoughts of self-doubt or inadequacy because I’m most certainly not hand-sewing all of my kids clothes, raising chickens, or planning a perfectly color coordinated birthday party, I take a deep breath and I think of those little moments with my Mom.  Those memories are a constant internal reminder.  Those memories teach me to calm down, slow down, to listen to my kids, to play with my kids, to do whatever it takes to show them in every way possible that they are loved beyond measure.  In the end I think the truth is spoken in one of my favorite quotes:

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.  -Robert Brault


My own mom died when I was 9 and there were so many times throughout the years when I wished that she was there, first to see the things that I was doing and then, as I became older (and especially after I became a mom), I wanted her advice, I wanted to know what I was like when I was little, if my kids were like me or if they were just weird (or if those two things aren’t mutually exclusive). Because I was so young when she died, I had a very limited, childlike recollection of who she was and I longed to know her better in a way that my older brother and sisters did.

When my oldest son was about 6 months old, I was going through a rough time adjusting to being a mom for the first time. I didn’t know if the cycle of diapers and naps and feedings and naps and diapers would ever end. Every day looked exactly like the one before it and I was kind of feeling insignificant, like what I was doing didn’t matter.

One day, I opened up my front door and there was a package from my oldest sister. I opened it up and it was every single letter my mom sent my sister when she was serving an 18-month mission for our church years and years before. I spent the next few days reading it, laughing and crying, reading about our family’s highs and lows, realizing that my mom and I write the same and think the same things are funny, getting to know her as a person, hearing my mom’s hopes and fears as a mother echoed in my own hopes and fears as a mother, understanding how she felt about me when I was little. Although it was a weekly task, probably something she sometimes viewed as a chore and solely for the benefit of my oldest sister, something she viewed as small and insignificant has become a great comfort and a blessing to me, and I’m grateful for that.

Kate's mom 3

You guys, stop comparing yourselves to everyone around you and the big, fat half-truth that is the Internet.  Celebrate your strengths and try not to worry too much about the ways you feel inadequate to others. If you’re a mom, remember that motherhood is messy and sticky and dirty and sometimes just flat-out hard and heart-breaking, but it’s also beautiful and fulfilling and full of tiny moments that end up being the ones we hold closest to our hearts.

We wish women everywhere, both young and old, with or without children, a beautiful and blessed Mother’s Day!


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Meet The Author

Sara Wells

Sara Wells co-founded Our Best Bites in 2008. She is the author of three Bestselling Cook Books, Best Bites: 150 Family Favorite RecipesSavoring the Seasons with Our Best Bites, and 400 Calories or Less from Our Best Bites. Sara’s work has been featured in many local and national news outlets and publications such as Parenting MagazineBetter Homes & GardensFine CookingThe Rachel Ray Show and the New York Times.

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Questions & Reviews

  1. Wow. Thank you so much for this. It was wonderful to read this and feel uplifted as a mother. It’s always good to know we’re not alone in our struggles and journey as mothers. Thank you.

  2. Yep – you made me cry…at work!
    Beautiful words -thanks for sharing them today.
    Happy Mothers day to you both!

  3. Beautiful thoughts! I loved hearing them in the TOFW SL broadcast last year and I loved reading them this morning. Happy Mother’s Day to you both and thanks for making the rest of us better moms than we might otherwise be.

  4. Sweet post. Laughed & cried. I try to read your blog everyday because I just love it. All of it! So thank you.
    Here’s to wishing all you Mothers out there the Happiest of Mother’s Day!

  5. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was talking to my husband about this exact thing last night and this is just what I needed to read today. I feel like there is too much information out there; it is all so confusing and overwhelming. We just need to figure out what works for our own family and children and be happy with ourselves with the efforts we are making. We need to stop comparing our weaknesses to other people’s strengths.

  6. thanks for this beautiful post and for an honest glimpse into your lives. It’s easy to forget that life on the internet is largely staged and not an honest reflection of anyone’s life. Happy Mother’s Day!

  7. amazing! sitting here crying! loved every word. thank you so much this was just what i needed today!

  8. Wonderful post about your memories, your moms and the less than “perfect” world that we live in. Social media can make us feel inadequate if we let it. I choose not to let it.

    Kate and Sara – Happy Mother’s Day to you!

  9. I know it’s not your usual fare, but I so enjoyed this post. Thank you, of course, for the awesome recipes and cookbooks and all that. But thank you especially for always keeping it real! Thank you for sharing this part of your lives with a huge, mostly anonymous audience. I so appreciate it!

  10. Beautiful post. I’m not a mother yet, but this post made me think of all the wonderful (little)things my mom did for me. Thanks for this 🙂

  11. Totally sobbing, but thank you. Just what I needed to hear. I try to remind myself to just sit and enjoy rocking the little one at night, or watching a movie but my mind is often on what I’m NOT doing. Thank you for everything you guys do!

  12. I love this. Such wonderful reminders that being a mother is the most important job we as women can do! Thank you for this reminder this morning.

  13. I laughed and cried- thank you for sharing some things that are more personal and so meaningful.

  14. Great post! One of my hopes is to be able to feel like people can come in to my home at any time, not because it’s company ready but because it probably looks much like theirs does at this very minute and it will feel like home. Complete with papers on the table and dog hair on the rug. THIS is how I live!

    And I love that your mom dressed up with you for Halloween and didn’t even have Google! That made me laugh!

  15. Tears! Thank you ladies for sharing. May God richly bless your Mother’s Day, and always.

  16. Tears from Missouri this morning. Thank you so much!

    And you 400 special made me laugh. I look at stuff and adjust the baking time/temperature so things all turn out relatively okay all at once. Maybe I’ll start shopping based on cooking temperature. It would make my life easier! 🙂

  17. This post made me cry…but also laugh, especially at that flour picture! My almost-3-year-old dumped out a brand new 5 pound bag of flour on our living room carpet last week, so I am right there with you!

  18. Thank you for this post…it speaks volumes to me. What amazing mothers and women you both are!! But please do tell how in the world you got those eggs out of the vacuum? ? Loved the flour picture too – all little boys should get a chance to play like that once in awhile!

  19. This is all truth. Every word of it. I have had identical thoughts for many years, and because your reading audience is so large, I am so hopeful that many, many earnest and sincere mothers will take this to heart and be uplifted and feel validated and simply GOOD ENOUGH. Thank you for this.

  20. Thank you so much for posting this. How touching, poignant, sweet and heartbreaking all at once. I felt your emotions came through so on point in your writings. This might be the best post you guys have EVER posted on this blog. Thanks for sharing, and introducing us to your mothers and your lives in such a beautiful way.

  21. Thanks for putting it in writing for me and reminding me of what I heard and felt twice last year, once on your very first time giving it and once just after that scary moment with Clark. All we can do is the best we can at any given moment, and sometimes that means our best varies from moment to moment.
    But it is okay if my daughter actually does have a chicken coop with free-range chickens, right? And I haven’t begun to decorate anything with owls.

  22. Loved this. Thank you. And oh my gosh… eggs in the vacuum. Laughed so hard. That could totally happen here.

  23. I loved this talk when I heard you give it in Phoenix and I adore it even more now as I read it late at night in my living room. Thank you for the reminder of what kind of mom my kids need. I am very guilty of getting caught up in what the internet makes me think I should be, and then I feel guilty and sad when I’m not that. I love this reminder that my kids really don’t care about any of those things, as long as they know they are loved. Thank you for being amazing ladies!

  24. That was absolutely lovely. Thank you for sharing that Kate and Sara! That was very touching to read – I was moved to tears. Sara, I had no idea your mom has progressed so much in her illness. My thoughts are with both of you this mother’s day. *hugs to both of you!!

  25. Beautiful post. Made me cry. You girls bring a lot of joy and happiness into homes all across the world with your blog, and I bet your moms would both be really proud of you for that.