To the mom who woke up 3 times last night to check on her little one’s fever. The one that applied cold compresses, gave her child meds and didn’t care that her sleep was interrupted.
To the mom who made a doctor’s appointment first thing, before 8 am so she could juggle taking her child to the doctor and still make it to work without being TOO late, yet still gets the side eye.
To the mom who had to leave her child at school and with regret tell him she could not wait and watch him make it to the door because she had to meet a work deadline, “hurry, be safe, walk fast, don’t run, I love you so much” she says. He understands, at a tender age, what his mom juggles.
To the mom who comes home after work, to her second shift and inhales trying to tell herself that she’ll get to it all, knowing full well that really she won’t.
To the mom who is out of recipe ideas, who barely has the time to make a well prepared meal for her family, let alone enjoy it sitting down like families should.
To the mom who has piles of laundry waiting to be folded and piles of books waiting to be read.
To the mom who is balancing her finances and can’t splurge on herself when she wants.
To the mom who has that thing, a hobby, a side hustle, a love that helps her ease her worries.
To the mom who has others that need her help but she’s stretched so thin as it is, there’s not much to give, and it kills her.
To the mom who doesn’t see how great she is when she looks in the mirror.
To the mom who is having a hard time juggling the many hats our lives are full of.
To the mom who has a support group, but feels awful about leaning her burdens on others and feels alone more than she should.
To the mom who rushes from work to school to a playing field, taking her child to after school sports games or dance classes, always cheer-leading her child on, wondering where her cheerleaders are.
To the mom who doesn’t have anyone, no support group, no compassion, no listening ear and still makes it through the next day.
To the mom who has to turn back home because she forgot something she really needed even though she stopped and paused at the door before leaving the first time, again juggling too many thoughts.
To the mom who stubbed her toe and dammit, bright stars and pumping veins, yells and realizes her tears are falling. That jarring moment pauses her in her steps and she lets out tears that are cathartic. She begins to sob and feel anger at all the things she doesn’t feel enough at, yet she carries on.
To the mom who continues thru her day, carrying a small cloud above her head. No one at work wants to hear about her snotty child who has the flu. They just want to make sure it won’t affect her work. It won’t, she’s amazing.
To the mom who comes home and realizes this too shall pass, it will pass. One day at a time, it will all pass but surely you must know you are more than enough.
To the mom who goes to bed some days with tears in her eyes because she felt like she could have done more, no way, you may not have done enough for you, but surely you are enough for everyone you show love and loyalty too.
To the mom who feels alone in a crowd.
To the mom who beats herself up mentally after she reacts badly to something one of the kids did, for days.
To the mom who holds herself in such low regard when in reality she is a queen.
To the mom who is many times knocked down because her own bag, the bag that symbolizes herself, is empty, and an empty bag cannot stand alone, fill yourself first, your needs matter.
To the mom who sometimes drowns in the uncertainty of her current actions, have faith that when you try your best and try to look at the bright side of things, you can get out of a rut, things will get better, pat yourself on the back because you ARE amazing!!!!!
