We carry the weight of careers that change with the needs of our families.
We carry the weight of the hopes and dreams we have for our children and for ourselves, too.
We carry the weight of the ghosts of our former selves that seemed to have gotten lost as we’ve had to grow up and be the adult.
We carry the weight of our aging parents and sometimes having to be there for them instead of them for us.
We carry the weight. We do it because eons ago it was decided that there’d be no being stronger than a mother to handle all of the things that are thrown at us. We were built to carry the weight – literally. We do it because we are strong enough and there is no better person to do it.
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A version of this post was originally published on theseboysofmine.com, published with permission.
