I see you mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you should be sleeping because it’s the only alone time you’ve had all day.
I see you bleary eyed measuring Tylenol while holding a crying child.
I see you up late finishing school work because you don’t stop being a mom just because you’re in school.
I see you up late working on your business because you want something that is just yours.
I see you up late having a third glass of wine when you know you shouldn’t telling yourself it’s no big deal.
I see you staring at the baby monitor trying to decide if sleep training is really worth it or not.
I see you changing dirty sheets.
I see you shoving your husband and muttering your turn and then staying awake anyway because the guilt is too heavy on your heart.
I see you rock and rock and rock those babies.
I see you startle awake with a bad dream of something terrible, the kind only mamas have.
I see you driving home from the hospital without a child knowing that even if you cannot hold them physically they will be yours forever.
I see you rolling your big pregnant belly over to pee for the 10th time tonight.
I see you.
I see the sun rising.
And you will also rise.
Because you are mama.
And that’s what we do.
When that baby cries or that toddler whines in the night and we don’t think we can do it ONE MORE TIME, we still do. And in the morning we might be a little short due to lack of sleep. Our spouses or coworkers might get a sharp tongue remark or red rimmed eyes staring back at them. But coffee and the turning of time will keep us going. We dig deep and rise.
