To the mom I met at the library today with the six week old and the rough and tumble two year old who told me with tears in her eyes that she is just trying to figure it all out,
To the mom trying to be mom and dad and doing it all on her own, whether she wants to or not,
To the mom feeling ashamed for pregnant “again” at her age with so many littles already,
To the mom who feels like she is just drowning in the dailyness of it all whether she has one child or seven,
I see you. I honor you for all that you are doing for others whether they appreciate it or not. You are good and worthy of love and care. Your sacrifices though mostly unseen are laying the groundwork for the kind of love and humility that are being sewn into your little ones.
Each and every tear you have shed out of loneliness, desperation, exasperation or exhaustion counts for something. They matter to the heart of the Father who loves you unconditionally, even if you feel like a bad mom some days.
“You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.” Psalm 56:8
“The Lord is close to the broken-hearted, and saves the crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18
You can do this. You *are* doing this. I think you’re a rockstar. If I could, I would bake you each a cake and let you eat it in delicious silence while I supervise all our kids in the backyard. You are a goddess. You are a damn superhero. You are choosing the better part and it will not be taken from you.