Saturday, November 7, 2015

I see you.

This is to you, the mom who is tired. This is to the mom who gives, and gives, and gives, until she has nothing left- and then gives some more.  This is to the mom who wants to quit. This is to the mom who questions her value or worth.

I see you. You are worth more than you could ever imagine.

I see you up at all hours of the night. You're exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally, but you still get up and rock that baby. You still get up and comfort that toddler. You nurse, you pace, you fetch, and you worry. You constantly put others needs before your own.

I see you. What you do matters. 

I see you take a deep breath as your children fight with each other for the millionth time today. I know your nerves are frayed. You're patience is gone. But I see you take a deep breath and tackle that tantrum.  I see you choose kindness when it wasn't the easiest path.

I see you.  What you do matters.

I see you glance at your reflection in the mirror. You don't even recognize the tired eyes staring back at you.  You have forgotten what it feels like to feel beautiful, to be comfortable in your own skin. I see you throw your hair up and prepare for the day. There are breakfasts to be made and stories to be told. Here's the thing, the choices that cause you to feel less than beautiful are actually what make you stunning. You chose a sleepless night. You chose to skip that shower because someone desperately needed you. You choose those yoga pants because there are mountains to climb and adventures to be had.

I see you. 

To the mom who has mountains of laundry, the mom whose sink is overflowing, but isn't half as full as her plate.

What you do matters.
What you give matters.
Who you are matters. 

So much of motherhood is unseen. But momma I see you. I see you read just one more book. I see you sing one more song. I see you feed your babies firsts, seconds, and thirds, before you try to eat yourself.

Your sacrifices do not go unnoticed. You're in the trenches right now and it's messy. But soldier on momma because you're doing some of the most important work there is, and you're doing amazing.

Love and light from another momma in the struggle


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