I See You There

I see you there, Momma.

Maybe you've only been here a few weeks and you can't seem to figure out why your newborn cries so much. Maybe breastfeeding isn't coming quite as naturally as you expected and you're too tired to even think about how to fix it. You look into your sweet baby’s eyes wishing you had some instinctual idea of what they need next. You cry because you feel every emotion possible all at one time and you're overwhelmed and unsure.

Maybe you're a pro. Maybe you have three kids in elementary school, two different sports schedules, dance class, a full-time job, no time for home-cooked meals and definitely no time for yourself. Maybe your husband means well but he just doesn't understand why you're not interested in staying up late to watch his favorite TV show with him, but you do it anyway because that's what good wives do. You're mind is somewhere else though, trying to figure out why your child seems to always get in trouble at school, thinking of ways to help him stay focused, and asking yourself if this is somehow your fault, as if you've ruined your kid.

Maybe you're on your own. Maybe leaving was the hardest, but best decision you've ever made for yourself and your child. Maybe he was the perfect guy until he wasn't and you made the choice to parent on your own. Or maybe you're on your own not by choice, but because life has this awful way of taking away the things we love most way before we were ready. You're incredibly stretched thin and lonely, but those sweet eyes looking up at you, depending on you with every ounce of their being, they fill your soul with a drive and a fullness that you never knew you could feel. They are worth the mess and the tears and the doubt because, my God, how you love them.

I see you there, Momma.

Maybe I don't know you very well. Maybe I don't know all the details of your story and maybe I can't say that I've been there or that I know exactly how you feel. But I'm on your team. I'm rooting for you. I know you just want them to feel loved. You want those precious babies to be cared for and satisfied. You want to do the very best you can because you know that this right here is your most important job, but goodness is it a tough one.

But I see you there, giving it everything you've got, turning every ounce of energy and every spare thought over to the well-being of your little ones. You're doing the best job, Momma. You were made for this.

Hugs, 

Destiny