To the mama who’s wiped more noses, tended to boo boo’s and dirty diapers; whose cleaned up spilled milk and vacuumed crummies off the floor all before 6:30 am – I see you. I see you because I AM you.
I know you are tired, mama. I know some days you feel as though the whole world rests on your shoulders. Your bones ache and your mind races. Everyday you try and beat the clock, only to lose another day.
So often I feel as women we are afraid to say that this motherhood thing is hard. We’re afraid to say I’m struggling, or I need help because what will people think? Will they see us as ungrateful?
But sis, it is hard. It’s OK to say it out loud.
This cherish every moment stuff? It’s a crock. It stacks weight on us and leaves us feeling even more guilt. I mean should we really be cherishing every moment? Because when my toddler is turning 50 shades of red and purple while being carried out sideways of a store – it’s hardly precious. Let’s be honest. But it still makes us focus inward and wonder why we aren’t happy every second of everyday. Is something wrong with us? Are we not cut out for this?
Sister, you don’t have to love every moment of motherhood. I don’t know that it’s even humanly possible. You can be grateful and still have hard days.
