To the Mom Trying to Do It All

You won't find answers in this post or seven steps to solving your problem. You'll only hear one mom's heart, saying she understands yours. Sometimes we need answers, and sometimes we merely need to hear that someone else understands our season of life. 

Are you the young mom who is trying to do it all? ( The teacher in me is dying to serve up wisdom after that loaded question, but I'm refraining today.) If you are her, then we are walking this journey together, sister. 

We've got a mind that won't quit, a spirit that yearns to solve, and a change-the-world heart. When we've checked the last box on our list, we don't sit still; we create a new list. We're not content with the status quo. Betterment is a way of life. 

While we're putting snacks in little hands, and shoes on little feet, and mending little hearts, and guiding little souls, and wiping little butts, we're formulating business plans in our minds. We're creating fitness programs, cosmetics companies, oil businesses, custom designs, blogs, realty careers, teaching vocations, medical professions, homeschools, and foster homes. You name it, we're doing it. And we're doing it for them.

We're doing it for the person who needs encouragement, the person who needs a self-esteem boost, the person who needs joy, the person who needs to provide for their family, the person who needs a home, the person who needs healing, the person who needs direction, the person who needs education.

Our home is full of books. Our notepad is full of research. Our phone is full of contacts. Our mind is full of ideas. Our email is full of resources. Our search engine is full of questions. 

We've got one kid, three kids, or maybe even ten. We've got children in Heaven and children yet to be. We've fostered and adopted and prayed for conception. We've got kids with mental illness and special needs. We've got spirited trailblazers who promise to change the world. We've got shy ones, bold ones, challenging ones, funny ones, cuddly ones, ones who won't sleep, and ones who crave adventure. 

We're newly married, at ten year anniversaries or celebrating decades. We're separated, divorced, and widowed. Our husbands work from 9 to 5, the nightshift, and the weekends. They're deployed. They return. They deploy again. 

We're women on a mission. We're women who cannot quit. We're women who struggle to rest. We're women who battle with discontent. We're women who long for greener grass. We're women who cling to hope. 

I've got a word of advice for every word I just wrote but today is not the day for that. Today is the day I say, "I get you. I am you. You're not alone."