All of my friends are getting married and becoming parents. I'm not quite there yet but after keeping my goddaughter for more than 12 consecutive hours, I've come to the realization that motherhood has got to be the most tiring job on the planet. I love her more than I can even describe, but I am so glad I can give her back.

You ladies don't let it show on Facebook or Instagram but when we talk, you're all telling me that you feel like you're failing. You feel alone. You don't want to ask for help as if that makes you less of a superhero. You may have baby puke on your cape but it doesn't take your powers away, I promise.

I've got news for you. Momma, you are killing it!

I'm sure there are days when the most you can possibly do is just keep your mini-me alive and that's okay. There are days where I can do nothing more than keep myself alive. I'm going to be honest right now. One time, I looked into my dog's empty bowl and wondered how long it had been since she had eaten. This is how I see it. If your child is fed, bathed, clothed and knows of your undying love for them... you are winning at motherhood.

There is no such thing as a perfect mother. There isn't a problem with striving to do the best you can but if you're hoping for perfection, you'll only end up disappointed in yourself. Your kids won't be perfect either, but their successes and failures don't define you. You're giving it all you've got and that's enough. On the worst days, when you feel like you can't possibly give any more of yourself, I am cheering for you.