I saw you today.
When you came over to visit.
I saw the sweeping glance that took in my house- a quick, but thorough inventory of all that yours is not. (I’ve been guilty of doing this too.)
The floors clear of any clutter. Not a speck of unfolded laundry to be found on the couch. I caught the longing in your gaze as you took stock of all the objects you’d love to have on display.
You can’t have that stuff right now and you’re usually okay with that.
But I know.
I know there’s times you wish you could buy them. All the pretty things from Target that you’ve had to pass by.
I’ve been that mama too. Diapers cost money, not to mention all of that formula and food.
But you see, you have a home of fragile things more precious than anything you can find in a store- they’re small, they’re fast and their fingerprints adorn your windows. Yes, I saw you look longingly at my smudge free panes of glass.
And I get it, more than you might know.
I’ve wiped away the tears of frustration from my very own cheeks. I’ve been you mama.
Every day of the week.
That never ending battle; that overwhelming feeling of drowning when it seems everyone else is swimming on by free of any problems or cares. That pure desperation to be more; to do more, but just so very very tired from the constant demands.
Demands for your attention, your time, and your strength and your patience.
You’re exhausted sweet mama.
Please don’t waste precious time trying to clean up that mess when you really need to rest. It can wait a few more days. What can’t wait are those precious little ones God has entrusted in your care. They need you more than that mile long to do list.
My little ones are no longer little, they’re growing up and soon yours will too. And I know you won’t believe me, you just won’t think this next part is true, but one day you’re going to miss that mess of toys, the mountainous pile that seems to have taken over your living room. A pile that defies explanation- how did that all fit in the toy box???
There’s going to be a day that you’ll have everything just as you want it. You’ll be able to keep your home clutter free for more than five minutes. No longer will you spend hours picking it all up at night, only to find it all right back where you should have just left it the very next morning.
It’s okay to want to scream at it all. I have and you probably have too.
Oh friend, how I have been you.
Please, sweet friend of mine, don’t compare your home to mine or anyone else’s. Please, sweet mama, don’t gauge your worth by the edited images on Pinterest, Instagram or even HGTV.
You’re only seeing glimpses, there’s a bigger picture and it’s not perfect. Even here in my home, the first floor might look good, but the rest is truly a big mess. Now you know why there’s no laundry on my couch…it’s piled high on my dresser, defying gravity as we speak. And that’s okay.
Life isn’t perfect; it’s messy and loud. Life can be so very tiring, but it can be glorious too.
You’re not a failure if there’s dishes in your sink. You’re not lazy because you feel too tired to even think about folding that pile of laundry. I call it Mount Washmore by the way, and I’ve been known to wash the same load three times just to avoid throwing it in the dryer….
Your worth is not measured by how much money you have in the bank or the size of your house. Or whether you can sit on your couch without pushing a weeks worth of clothes onto the floor; right on top of that fort built out of blocks.
You’re right where God wants you and I’ve been there too. I still am, to tell you the truth.
You’re amazing, sweet mama, don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
Just wait until they’re teens, when cleaning their room is like shopping at IKEA. You’ll go in there for their laundry and come out with five cups, two plates and a half eaten pizza.
2 thoughts on “A Letter to the Tired Moms (that’s all of us)”
Girl! For real. I’ve got three girls (9,11,14) and one boy (16). And those girls??? ALL THREE Of them constantly using the counter height bar in our new home as a chair….and a bed. Constantly. SMH So glad I’ve got all these seats for nothing
And thank you!
Oh my goodness!! I love everything about this. What a beautiful message…especially the part about your daughter being out of place 👆🏽🤣