To the mama that’s fighting for your life,
I see you.
You’re struggling, every single day of your life. You’re barely holding on, you’re barely hanging on by a thread. You feel like every day is a struggle; from the moment you wake up in the morning, you are fighting for your life. You are fighting to just survive.
Because you have to. You are somebody’s mother. You are somebody’s warmth and reassurance. You are somebody’s protection and safe-place. You are the snack-maker, the milk giver, the boo-boo kisser. You are the storyteller, the monster fighter, the 24-hour chef, nurse, and cuddler. So you plaster on a smile and march on to your day– all the while wondering deep inside how you will do it all.