Tonight I kind of lost it.
Years of stuff, that build up stuff, just percolated to the surface and I cried and cried and cried. Sobs, my friends, sobs. And I came into my house, after sitting in my van, and my little one saw me and I saw worry.
He scurried around me. Patted my arm here and there.
And then when I sat on the couch he came to me with tears in my eyes and said
I’m worried about you mommy.
And the tears then tumbled from his eyes.
Tears and sobs and hugs and more. From him.
Oh my friends, he is why I am strong.
My kids are why most days I hide in the bathroom and count to one hundred. They are why I stay up late and research things. They are why I eat less and give them more. They are why I don’t give up. They are why I push forward even when it doesn’t make sense. They are what makes me smile and laugh. They are my life, my friends. Even when I’m fighting for myself – in that fight for me – I’m fighting for them.
I’m worried about you mommy.
I can’t even type it without crying.
Those kids are why we are so strong. They are why we give and give and give.
They are why we mother.
So I realized tonight how many minutes and hours and days and weeks and months and years that I have been strong. Oh, it would be so easy to be hard on myself for having a moment of tears, but no no no, instead, sweet friends, I am proud. I am proud because I am strong because I love my kids.
I want you to remember that now.
Not all the times when you’re tired or worried or weak or overwhelmed or all of that but rather when you are strong.
Because in the scheme of life those days so outnumber the other.
Be brave, strong mom.
You already are.
Awwww,bless his heart & yours for being the strong person you are for your children,phyllis
ohmygosh. Love it. Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou. Hugs.
We are a blended family. Seven children. One is mine, two are his, one is ours and three adopted grandchildren. Mine turned Thirty today. My youngest is six. Last night we had a question and answer session with the youngest three. (Their biological mom is my stepdaughter) We started and ended with hard to answer questions. My husband came home after a 12 hour day at work and I cried. Sometimes I have to answer “I don’t know.”
Thank you for being honest here. I need to be strong.
Wow… This post totally resonated with me today. So true for every single one of us.
Thank you Rachel for being the strong voice sharing with all of us exactly what our inside voices are saying to us.
We think we are alone. We are not. We are brave.
And now I love you even more. You are the second person this week who has told me I am strong – when I feel incredibly weak… yet somehow, strong… as weird as that wounds. Because I have to be. Because I am it. I am all they can lean on. If I worry, they fear the future. So I cannot worry. At least, not openly. I am so grateful for a God Who is my strength… and who uses others to speak even more strength into my life. I am grateful for transparent people like you who remind us all that we are not the only ones who struggle in the midst of an imperfect mess.
Aw, thank you. You are so kind.