Motherhood

A Real Mama's Recap of The Champagne Society at Maris DeHart

On a brisk Friday night 80 mamas (and some not-yet mamas!) got dolled up and braved the cobblestone streets in stilettos for a night out at Maris DeHart. The bubbly (the good stuff!) was free flowing and so was the girl talk. Just like me-- so many ladies were there to explore new friendships and connect. Coming from someone that immediately changes into pajamas after work and a rockin' Friday night is Netflix with a bowl of cereal, this did require some effort for me to be out on a Friday night. I'm seriously that meme "I'm so busy this weekend", and then "Me at 8pm on Friday night"-- the image of the dog in bed with a shower cap on. Legit!

I did, however, make a conscious decision earlier this year to get out more, invest in people, and find my tribe. This can be hard when it's so much easier to opt out. It requires effort and energy to powder your nose and pull up those Spanx to head out to meet new people. Can I get an Amen?!! BUT-- awesome ladies aren't going to arrive on my doorstep begging to be friends. I have to go out and FIND them. I had met Gervase a few times, and I really went to support her and see what this whole "society" was all about. Boy did I hit the jackpot!

In one word, the evening was "magic." Gervase has created a judgment-free environment with welcoming smiles, a pretty backdrop and plenty of bubbly.

We heard truths from Savannah Guss, the fabulously chic founder of @bohoandbows, and Leva Bonaparte, developer extraordinaire of @bourbonnbubbles.

All photos by  Shannon Oleksak

All photos by Shannon Oleksak

These ladies gave it to us straight! I loved hearing their stories about transitioning from Chief Pooper Scooper in the town of Momdom to following their dreams. We've all been there, and I love hearing reinforcement that we're not alone. Though my "littles" are now 9, 10 and 12—I still struggle with being the best CEO, best wife, best Mom—you name it! It's a daily challenge that I don't always get right. When the kids were younger, I used to default to the fact that they don't come with an instruction manual. Maybe they won't know if I screw it up as they have no one to compare me to! Right?!! 

It was refreshing to hear other Mamas talk about their struggles -- especially as we live in this superficial space of perfect highlight reels on Instagram. There was a real sense of camaraderie in the space, and there were some real nuggets in what these ladies shared:


1) Don't allow yourself to be a doormat

2) Half-ass is the new bad ass

3) You can't "kill it" at anything when you're sleep deprived

4) Even mamas are allowed to dream big

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#2 resonated with me the most as what I do for a living is all about beautiful objects and perfect images. It can feel very superficial and drive a need for perfection. I legit like want to get a t-shirt that says “#halfass is the new #badass”! Because in reality the only pressure on me is the pressure I put on myself. It's like that movie Picture Perfect with Jennifer Aniston-- "Gulden's Mustard....Number 2, and that ain't bad"! I might be aging myself, but you 40-somethings know what I'm talking about!!

You know how some events you go to, and you think "this was a waste of a good outfit"? Well, not in this case!

This first time "society member" left feeling joyful, content, and excited about some new friendships. I even left with a bag loaded down with the most ADORABLE ornaments from Maris DeHart. It was totally worth all of the effort and energy it took to get there. Because in the end, all of us mamas are worth it, don't you think?!

So in channeling my inner Gervase, “that's what J said!

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Written by the incredibly sweet (and bad-ass) Julianne Taylor

JULIANNE TAYLOR STYLE IS A LIFESTYLE BRAND WITH LICENSED COLLECTIONS THROUGH MITCHELL BLACK AND OLIVER GAL. Follow Julianne on IG.

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A super heartfelt thanks to our host, Maris DeHart, and all of our incredible sponsors: Teacups and Trucks, Shannon Olesak (who takes all our fabulous photos), Snyder Events, Ash and Vine Botanicals, and Bourbon N’ Bubbles, the hosts of our fantastic afterparty.

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A Skeptic Lets Go of Control

“Resist nothing,” she mentored me.

I clearly understood the subtle implication in my mentor’s advice, but something inside clung so so tightly. Holding tight to the logic I had armored myself with long before this adult moment. Holding tight to the self-imposed responsibility of seeing something through to the end. Clinging to who others wanted me to be and holding myself accountable to expectations weighing me down like iron chains. 

Our logic - the way of being we create in the world - we develop it because we are so freaking smart. It’s a defense mechanism. Survival and all that.

My logic is often this voice inside my head I gotta break bread with. She’s kind of a B.

“Resist nothing.”

“Okay,” I thought. “What would that look like? Who would I be if I resisted nothing in this moment?”

I heard the answer (I always hear my answers): “You’d be free.”

“Oh sure - FINE - let’s try it,” I thought sarcastically. And I dropped the metaphorical oars and let go.

I let go of my illusion of control.

I let go of my responsibility for other people.

I let go of the lie that I could prove my worthiness by being perfect, right, liked, whatever.

I let go of the misunderstanding that I could calculate my path to being the perfect mom.

“We’ll just see what happens,” I figured. “Nothing to lose at this point, as I’m already miserable.”

And there it was - Right where I left it: my freedom.

The real kind. Not the kind I had been deluding myself into believing I had.

I was not FREE when I only said, wrote and acted in ways that would be pleasing to other people.

I was not FREE when I clung to my role as mom, terrified work might “steal” my time.

I was not FREE when I acted out of fear or not enoughness.

I was not FREE when my husband and I sat side by side in front of our laptop, reconciling the numbers in our bank account and making a backup plan for our backup plan because my business was coming up short. Again.

I was in control, though—my logic was. And on a deep level, that felt victorious. I was in charge of what was happening (pats self on back like a dumbo), and I had built my castle with playing cards.

So I got brutally honest with myself.

What can I do to commit to my freedom?

What does freedom in motherhood look like?

What does freedom in relationships look like?

What does freedom in my business look like?

And everything shifted, from the inside out. The cards collapsed, and beside them was a tree with deep roots. Strong, trusting, resilient, no longer susceptible, and instead committed to its growth without obsessing and attaching. A tree is not proving its right to exist or racing other trees—it just grows, because, well, it’s a tree and that’s what trees do… You know where this is going… BE LIKE A TREE.

Growth: It’s the natural order of the world. We evolved from cells, after all. It’s not so outrageous to recognize our own inherent propensity towards evolution and advancement.

Trust that.

Nourish your beliefs about yourself in this logic-obsessed world—those are your roots, sister.

Climb high like that tree and help make this world more bad-ass and beautiful.

To get access to more resources allowing you to feel more freedom (the real kind), flow and fun along your journey as a Mom Boss, check out our virtual community, The Champagne Society. As soon as you join, you’ll get immediate access to a portal of trainings empowering you to juggle motherhood and entrepreneurship like a boss AND an authentic and exclusive Facebook community of real moms growing like the tallest freaking trees you’ve ever seen. They’re all waiting for you inside.

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