Sometimes parenting is heavy. You pour your souls into these little ones and, at times, you’re left feeling empty. They’re finally in bed and you have nothing left. You feel exhausted. Depleted. Heavy. None of those depictions are pretty. All of them are honest.
I know that I am incredibly blessed to have these little ones to raise and love and teach. I would do nearly anything for my children. I am working my ass off to raise good humans. And they’re pretty good, most the time.
But shit. Somedays are just plain hard. Some weeks are hard.
And that’s okay. I think it’s good to be honest about the reality of parenting. It’s okay to vent. It’s okay to step away and eat some peanut butter in the pantry while praying to God for just a wee bit more patience. It’s okay to go to the gym, or take a night away.
Do what you need to fill your cup. Mother. Father. Teacher. Daycare provider. All of us that are in the childrearing field need to remember to take time for ourselves.
I’m sure you’ve heard it before. I know I have.
I am just not sure that I’ve felt like my cup feel this quickly, and repeatedly, drained. I am pouring too much out too quickly, despite my best efforts.
The only change I am sure of in the past week, is that I’ve been slacking in my reading of the bible. Direct correlation? I have no idea. But I’ll be hopping back on the train this week.
Because no matter how hard today was, we’ll go to sleep tonight and try again tomorrow. We’ll keep trying. And talking. And snuggling. And praying for these little crappers. Because we couldn’t imagine our lives without them…
And just by sharing these unpleasant emotions, I have begun to feel a little lighter.
Thanks for reading,