Dear Weary Mom,
I see you. I see you with a carseat in one hand, library books and a diaper bag in the other with a toddler trying to keep up. I see your tired eyes. I see your emotions bubbling to the surface as you use what strength you have left to keep it together.
I see your frustration as you struggle to meet all the different needs between your kids, your husband, your house.
I see you trying desperately to do this mom thing right. Not wanting to screw up. Losing sleep over days you feel that you fail miserably.
I see you not because I have all the answers (far from it). I see you because I am there.
I am in this messiness called motherhood right alongside you.
I want to tell you simply that you are doing great. Even on days when it doesn’t feel like it. We all screw up. You are not perfect. Your kids aren’t perfect. That’s okay.
No one has it all figured out.
A few moments alone will work wonders for your soul. I know you don’t feel as if there’s enough time in your day. You have to fight for it because some quiet will help you gain perspective. You will see that these are the good old days.
So, Weary Mom, we need to stick together. We need to remind each other to be thankful for this beautiful messy life. We need to hold tight to our kids, our husband, and our God and savor every last bit of life out of this season.
There is no way to be a perfect mother, and a million ways to be a good one. ~Jill Churchill
What can you be thankful for in this gloriously messy season of life?