Motherhood is Beautiful Chaos

“Some days, motherhood looks like magic. Other days, it looks like survival mode. Both count.” - Cheyenne Stanley

Motherhood is not for the weak.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there who truly show up for their children every single day. And to the dads playing both mom and dad, may you always be blessed, appreciated, and deeply loved by your little ones.

Since I’m launching my personal brand on such a meaningful day, I wanted my first blog to be real. No filters. No pretending. Just honesty.

Being a mother is HARD.

Beautiful, rewarding, life-changing… but HARD.

And let me just say this publicly: having a teenager and a toddler at the same time is absolutely not for the faint of heart. So if you’re reading this and planning your future family timeline… maybe shorten the age gap a little bit. Terrible twos and teenage attitude at the same time? Whew. Survival mode.

My mother used to always joke that she was going to write me a guidebook for motherhood. Unfortunately, she passed before that ever happened, and honestly, sometimes I think she did it on purpose so she could sit in heaven laughing while watching me figure this all out myself.

Thankfully, I was blessed with an amazing Godmother who I call regularly to vent, complain, laugh, cry, and ask for advice. And the funniest part? We’re not even blood related, which probably explains why we actually get along.

Honestly, I have met very few mothers and daughters who genuinely get along all the time. If that’s you, congratulations because that relationship deserves an award.

Me and my girls definitely had our rough patch for a couple of years, but things are finally getting better. We still bicker occasionally and throw little smart remarks back and forth, but I think we’ve mostly gotten it out of our systems.

One of my favorite books of all time, aside from Twilight, because yes, I’m Team Jacob and I will stand by that forever, is Love You Forever.

My mother read that book to me constantly when I was little, and before she passed, I read it back to her in my early twenties. Now I read it to both of my children, and every single time it hits differently, and I still cry when I get to the end, where my boyfriend or teenager has to finish it.

Mother’s Day in my house usually means homemade crafts, little gifts, and random creations that I somehow have to find room for forever. If I can’t keep something physically, I take pictures of it because one day I know I’ll miss even the mess.

I’m still getting used to blogging, so bear with me while I find my footing here.

But this Mother’s Day feels different for me.

This year marks the official beginning of my healing journey after carrying around 30 years of trauma. Some of that story lives separately inside The 4F Club, which was originally supposed to stay anonymous… but life clearly had other plans.

The truth is, people start personal brands for all kinds of reasons.

Some want fame. Some want attention.

Me?

I’m doing this to overcome my fear of not being enough.

I’ve spent most of my life terrified of failure, terrified of judgment, and caring way too much about what other people think of me.

So this is my way of fighting back against that.

By being 100% unapologetically myself.

And trust me… that means you are all in for a WILD ride.

My brain moves a million miles a minute. I say yes to challenges I probably shouldn’t. I make huge messes in life sometimes… and then complain the entire time while cleaning them up afterward.

But that’s real life.

So this blog is for the moms who feel messy, overwhelmed, emotional, chaotic, exhausted, healing, growing, and still trying anyway.

We’re riding this wave together.

And if you’re here just for entertainment, thanks for stopping by.

For those here to judge, criticize, or pretend perfection exists, as a close friend once told me:
“Middle finga to ya.”

Cheers & Happy Mother’s Day,
Cheyenne Stanley

Turning Chaos Into Clarity, One Blog at a Time.