Keep Pushing

How often as mothers do we feel burnt out? For myself it’s at least weekly. The wall, the throwing in the towel on cleaning up the messes, the garbage bag into the play room because “I told you 20 times to pick up”. How do we keep going even when logic and reason would point to complete mental breakdown? Any sane person would go insane if years of consistent sleep deprivation met with consistent need for physical contact and a physiological requirement for care; because they would literally die without us in the first decade of their lives (at least)…

Why do we do it?

I know for myself, there’s no sane or reasonable way to explain why I love having kids (let alone 4 which is almost 3x the national average of 1.6 children/woman). But fellow parents get it. There’s something about listening to them read to each other, the way they want to hold your hand during a movie, when they sleep and take those deep breaths, and baby giggles. Baby giggles are like a drug, once you get to hear one you just spend all day waiting for the next one.

There’s no rhyme or reason to it. But fellow moms, I see you. On the edge of mental breakdown, but somehow a pleasant moment saves it all. We’re not crazy, we just keep pushing.