The Birth of Average Mom Energy
A 3 AM Flu-Induced Epiphany
Some ideas take months—years even—of careful planning. Others hit you at 3 AM when you're maxed out on cold medicine, buried under a mountain of tissues, and genuinely wondering if you’ll ever breathe through your nose again.
That’s exactly how Average Mom Energy was born—on International Women’s Day, no less. Completely unplanned, but honestly, kind of perfect. Because if motherhood has taught me anything, it’s that the most chaotic moments are usually the most defining ones. Those chaotic moments, they’ve taught me the most about myself.
I have been completely out of commission with the flu—running on cold meds, exhaustion, and whatever was left of my will to live. As I tossed and turned, half-delirious, my mind started racing through everything I had neglected while I was supposed to be resting. Sure, my husband—an equal partner, a great dad—was handling most things. But still, I couldn’t shake that ridiculous, familiar feeling: mom guilt. Guilty…for being sick? Make it make sense.
So, there I was, doom-scrolling in the middle of the night, seeing all the perfect mom content. The spotless homes, the aesthetic morning routines, the effortlessly put-together women raising organic-snack-loving children who never seem to have a meltdown in the Target checkout line. And suddenly, I thought: Enough.
No one with average resources, average time, and average patience is living up to these impossible standards. And why are we even trying so hard? Maybe it’s time we redefine what being a “good mom” actually means—because the truth is, average deserves high praise.
Enough with the all-or-nothing labels. Enough with the pressure to fit into some impossible mold. Enough with pretending that motherhood is anything but wild.
So here we are. Average Mom Energy is for the moms who love their kids fiercely but also occasionally lie about the snacks they don’t want to share. The ones who go all out for special occasions but also roll up to school drop-off looking like a hot mess. The moms who try their best—but sometimes feel like it’s not enough.
Here’s the truth: it is enough. YOU are enough.
I’m not a writer. So, if this entire thing, and every post that proceeds it, reads like one long voice memo you’d send to your mom bestie while sitting in the car, well… that’s probably how it started.
This is the beginning! I can’t wait to see where this ride takes us. Welcome to Average Mom Energy. We’re in this together.
