I heard this quote the other day, “The days are long, but the years are short.” It’s so very very true. Especially on days when the kids are acting up, you can’t get anything done and your stress/anxiety meter has already gone through the roof. So hear me momma’s, listen well…
Your job is important. What you are doing is hard, really really hard. But you persevere. You dive head first into this life of never-ending diapers, mending boo-boo’s, mountains of laundry, crushed cheerios in the carpet, toys scattered EVERYWHERE.
Some of us face long nursing sessions with fussy babies.
Some of us face grumpy toddlers with grumpy attitudes.
Some of us have “threenagers” or even “fournagers”.
Some of us have actual teenagers.
Some of us can’t seem to keep an inch of our homes clean.
Some of us have anxiety and frustrations at any sight of untidiness.
Some of us face postpartum depression and anxiety.
Some of us face prenatal depression and anxiety.
Some of us haven’t showered in days.
Some of us deal with our husbands being deployed for months on end.
Some of us deal with changing shifts and routines that challenge our children.
Some of us have children who have disabilities.
Some of us look in the mirror and wonder where the woman her husband married went.
Momma, you’re going to be okay. Take a deep breath, wipe your tears away and hold your head high. You’ve got this. Know that you are loved. Know that you are being prayed over. I don’t have all the answers, and I fall apart every day… but I’m praying for you.