We’re allowed to get sad, even though we’re moms.
We’re supposed to have it all figured out—but let’s be real, no one does.
Us moms, we’re humans who are supposed to be adults but we often don’t feel like it, because we’re still figuring this life out for ourselves-- let alone little people.
We often get overwhelmed in this mom life that’s filled with so many responsibilities.
And sometimes we get sad—
but we must “mom on."
Small people depend on us, so when we’re feeling down, we can't just wallow in bed. We can’t ignore the cries of babies or the toddler that’s jumping on us screaming, "MOM, GET UP!” We can’t ignore the fact that we’re needed. We love those little people way more than ourselves, so we push the bad feelings to the side.
We must carry on.
We’re the soldiers of the day-to-day. We march on because we’re depended on, but when motherhood becomes martyrdom, it loses its joy. On these days, we do the minimum to get by—which is still a lot. We can laugh, smile, even dance around with our kids, but those fleeting moments pass, and the sadness surfaces again.
Sometimes we hate our new mom bods.
Sometimes the monotony of the day-to-day gets to us.
Sometimes we feel like we’re always getting it wrong.
Sometimes we feel unappreciated and lonely.
Sometimes the exhaustion that makes our brains feel like they are floating gets to us.
Sometimes we make mistakes because of the tired. We make wrong turns on the road. We forget things, from birthday gifts to entire birthday parties. We look for our diaper bags only to find it’s strapped around us. We accidentally hit the baby's head, putting her into her car seat. And we feel bad.
Sometimes we feel judged. We hear the murmurs of what others think. Maybe she’s too on top of her kids for you. Maybe her strengths are your weaknesses. But when we get judged, we feel not enough.
Once in a while, it’s okay to have days like this because we’re human.
And we hurt.
Yes, we will kiss our kids “owies” and make them feel better, but sometimes we just want someone to kiss ours.
And often, it's our sweet kids that do—
reminding us that we wouldn’t trade the happiness they bring us for anything.