Happy Mother’s Day to all of my mom readers!
I wrote up something on my facebook last night and I wanted to share it here:
Happy mother’s day to all the hard-working, sometimes under-appreciated, dedicated and loving momma’s.
Our job isn’t easy. We’re grossly under-paid and can never call in sick.
We fight monsters, kiss boo-boos & try our hardest to keep it together when we feel like falling apart.
Happy mother’s day to all the grandmother’s that give themselves so tirelessly for their family.
Happy mother’s day to all the momma’s that lost a child. I hope you can somehow find comfort today.
Happy mother’s day to all the momma’s that hold their baby in their hearts instead of their arms.
Happy mother’s day to the step-mothers that love their step-children like their own.
Happy mother’s day to the dads that play both roles.
Happy mother’s day to the ones that have to get through today without their own momma here on Earth.
I see you all and I appreciate every one of you.💓 Not just today, but every-day!
Before I became a mom, I never knew the special connection that I would share with not only my children, but with other mothers. I feel that connection even more-so with strong mothers that have/currently are struggling with their own battles. As mothers, or just humans in general, we can be our own worst critic but we truly are doing the best that we can.
Mother’s Day 2017
I was just shy over 1 month postpartum and feeling so much inside….
i was overwhelmed. we had two kids under two.
i was lonely. i was with my kids all day every day but i felt such an isolating and lonely feeling. like nobody knew what i was going through.
i had extreme feelings of sadness that i urged myself to forget about.
i lost who i was as a women. who i am besides a wife and mom?
i lost all interest in things that made me happy. i only cared about making it through the day.
i had so much guilt. like i wasn’t enjoying my babies 100%.
i just felt like a failure.
On the outside, I may have looked happy and like I had it all, but on the inside I was deeply depressed and I couldn’t hold it together. Ricky snapped this photo of us on our chair and I remember thinking “I probably look like a busted can of biscuits but I know I need a picture to capture this moment because maybe next year…..It will get better.”
it did get better.
Mother’s Day 2018
To the mommas that are currently fighting in the storm, hold on. A year from now, your life will be so different. So hold on because it’s worth looking back on that picture and seeing the storm behind you.