Dear Brave Mom,
I know, me too.
I am fresh out. Of what? Everything.
I called my mom today. Not crying but sobbing. The first words out of my mouth were, “they won’t sleep!” I was sure that sleepless nights were behind us but I am realizing that restful sleep is a thing of the past. If one doesn’t wake up from a nightmare, the other comes into our room at 3am half naked. Nap time is turning into an all out war.
I lost it today. So incredibly frustrated that I had to repeatedly call the boys back to the lunch table to eat or lay down in their beds.
Everything is a fight. Everything.
I’m expected to stop what I’m doing, something like eating, and refill their sippy cup. Or when we sit and watch TV, they pile on top of me with blankets and stuffed animals and then ask me to get up and get them a snack.
I’m expected to sit down and play cars, blocks and Legos. Or run around a roar like a dinosaur. You know, like daddy does.
I’m expected to give in. And some days I want too.
These little beautiful angels that God gifted us with are also the most challenging and rewarding gifts of a lifetime.
You may read this and think, girl, you need boundaries. But we do. So.Many.Boundaries. And maybe that’s part of the problem. Enter mom guilt.
I can’t think about all of that right now. All I can think about is that if I feel this way, if I lose it, if I call my mom sobbing, then someone else must be too.
That’s what Mom the Brave is for. A voice loud enough to be heard by all moms who are weeping in their closets right now. A mirror big enough to reflect all of the Hope Christ has for us.
You’re not alone Brave Momma. We’re not alone.
I’m sorry I didn’t have any life altering, earth shattering words to tell you other than, I know, me too.