As it is the last day of #mentalhealthawarenessweek I want to remind you that you are not alone.
I may not know you. I may not know your name, where you come from, or where you live. But I know what you’re going through.
The dishes that are sitting on your counter… they are sitting on mine too. The potatoes and peas that are mashed into the kitchen floor… that mess is on mine too. The laundry basket that is never empty… My basket is piled so high you can’t see the basket. The journey of motherhood is wondrous, but a difficult road and often lonely.
You wipe tears and runny noses, pick up Lego and plastic tea cups. Save them from monsters under their beds and referee quarrels. You exhaust your day on menial tasks with no guaranteed or visible token of appreciation.
And still they want more, don’t they? It feels like no one notices.
But you know what… people do notice. They notice when your child says thank you. They notice when your child laughs with joy that can only come from a happy home. They notice when your child plays so sweetly with a friend.
They notice that YOU are amazing. You love unconditionally. You give so much generously. Most importantly, YOU shine the light of God into the lives of those little beings that He has entrusted you with. Your legacy of mothering will impact your child long after your time on earth. So whisper prayers for strength and patience.
Remember the old saying that the days are long but the years are not. May you be blessed with the knowledge today, knowing that God is your strength and that He believes in you…