A Mom and a Message-Mom’s Night Out Review

So, a while back Aleah and I were invited to see this pre-screening of a movie called Mom’s Night Out. We didn’t think much of it going into it. We thought it looked cute and hey, it was free and we got to make it our own MNO, while we were at it. Little did we know, that this movie would leave us entirely changed after seeing it.

The movie is about a stay at home mom who is also a new blogger. She’s riddled with doubt about the woman she is and the mom she wants to be. She tries not to drown in a life that she admits she always wanted. In short…she’s a mom. Cue a much-needed mom’s night out. Hilarity and chaos go hand-in-hand, while some beautiful truths about life, love, and faith get mixed in along the way. With a little help and a lot of truth from a leather-wearing, tattooed biker, the main momma realizes that she’s not alone and just maybe she IS good enough after all.

I can’t even describe the feeling of validation this movie gave me. I’m tearing up now just remembering. It’s like you see yourself going through your life, basically alone, remembering schedules, arranging appointments, dropping off, picking up, cleaning up, doing dishes, doing laundry, folding laundry, doing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning poop, cleaning up dinner, cleaning little faces, wiping little butts and hands and clothes, and more damn laundry. Then you have to wake up and do it all again. And you just need a break. Just one night to feel like you are more than your daily occupation…that you matter just a little. Go and see this movie. It is so relatable because it speaks to our humanity and our spirit.

I cried while I was watching, realizing that she, in fact, was me. That was some of my life being played out up there on that screen. It was a little taste of the chaos that seems to revolve around me each day. There they were big as day, the endless chores piling up and burying you until you’re hiding from the kids in the closet… with chocolate. Then there’s the stupid paper towel dispenser that never works when you really need it to, and the kids who are just one fry short of a happy meal when out in public or when left to their own devices for a few minutes. I felt like someone understood, like someone got it right.

Being a mom is not glamorous in the real world, where most of us live. We don’t have all the answers and we don’t have it all together. The majority of us have a pinterest list five miles long of crap we’ll never have in our homes, because we’re too tired to make one more thing that will get broken, or have juice spilled on it, or get tossed in the next tag sale, because it usually never turns out the same as on pinterest anyway haha. It’s gritty and hard, and there’s a fair amount of poop and pee that frankly, our own moms did not warn us strongly enough about. But we keep going. We find a way. We call a friend and vent and they say, “oh honey, hang in there, I know how you feel”…and they do.

Moms out there, hear me. You are enough. You are beautiful and strong, and you can do this. You will make mistakes and some days you’ll fail so bad, you might go back to bed hoping it’s all been a dream. Believe me in this one thing, you are not alone. If you go see this movie this Mother’s Day weekend, look around you. You’ll see the same knowing smiles, snorting laughs, gasps, and tears being shared all around you. I’ll leave you with a quote from the movie: “Life is about finding the joy and purpose and meaning in the chaos.”

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When you see the movie, let us know what you think. 🙂

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