To The Mom Who Wants To Give Up, I Hope You Find Your Tribe

I don’t know where you are right now in this very moment of motherhood.

Me for instance, I’m at that stage where I’m fighting an uphill battle. I’m broken and shattered and every day I hurt wondering how this life will turn out for my son.

Maybe you are like me – swallowed by the trenches, drowning in your tears; hurting from your broken heart. Living in fear constantly for your child and their well-being.

Maybe you are standing on top of the highest mountain, with no fear of the future, hand in hand with your child and spouse; not a worry in the world with a smile on your face.

Then again, maybe you aren’t at your lowest or your highest. Maybe you are standing right in the middle of the standards we hold for ourselves. You aren’t fearful and scared or in the fight of your life, but you’re also not the happiest. Maybe you’re just simply wondering if you’re doing this “mom” thing right. Maybe you are wondering if you’ve made too many mistakes to be the mom everyone expects you to be.

I don’t know where you are in your motherhood journey right now, but wherever it is; I hope it is with your tribe.

I hope that you have someone next to you to tell you how amazing you’re doing on this wild ride we are all on.

I hope you have some that understands how hard it can be to fight for your child in a custody battle, to pray for your child through an addiction, to hold your child when they’re sick, to stay up all night when your child has a bad dream; or can’t sleep.

I hope that you find a tribe of people who will call you up when you’ve had a bad day, just to take a trip to your local grocery store to share stories, get food, and spend some time together before heading back into your motherhood journey for the day.

I hope you have people who are willing to listen to you cry on the phone because the pain is just too much to bear. Because your heartache is overly present and you just need an ear to listen.

Most importantly I hope you have yourself. I hope you can look at yourself in the mirror and say, “I’m doing the best I can and that’s all that is required of me. I’m a warrior, a fighter, and I will not stop protecting my children even if the fight in me is about to burn out, even if I have to give my last breath – I know that my children love me and they know I love them.”

And that, my sweet friend, is all that matters in this world.