You Are

Hey there Mama,

I know that you’re struggling.  I know that you were up all night because the little one was coughing.  And I know that the big one threw a fit over wearing pants today, even though there’s a high temp of 46 degrees today. I know that the laundry is piling up and that you have about 507 things to do today.  I know you haven’t felt rested in the last… who knows how many years.  I know that you are worn down and feel like you’ve lost yourself in the daily monotony of motherhood and wife-dom and working that job.  Every job that you take on you feel like you’re lacking.  You feel like you’re failing.  You never feel like it’s enough.

But it is.

And you are.

You are trying to get it all done.  You’re trying to keep your head above water.  You feel like you are being pulled in a million different directions.  And sometimes you want to just throw in the towel.  Not on life, or those beautiful babies that are spitting up in your hair.  But on all the things that are pulling you down.  Forget about the dishes.  Forget about laundry.  Forget about the dance classes and soccer games. 

But you can’t.

And you won’t. 

You are going to keep going, even when you can’t.  You’re going to keep working so hard for those babies that keep you up all night (even if they aren’t really babies) because they are yours.  You are going to keep getting up, going to work, running from practice to class to game.  You are going to keep working to finish your degree.  You are going to do it.  All of it. 

Because you are amazing. 

And you will succeed. 

Even if it doesn’t feel like it. 

You are going to make it.  Those babies are going to keep getting you up in the middle of the night – and waking up at 5am on the only day you can sleep in this week.  You are going to keep working those long shifts and skipping your naps to watch your mini play that game – during which they only stare at the clouds (seriously, Kid!).  You are going to get through these long (but short) days and years and those sweet little people are going to become sweet big people.  And they will continue to look at you with adoration as they keep spitting up in your hair… and on your shirt… and all over their carseat. 

You won’t always get it right, but as you learn, you will do better.

Don’t worry, but I know you will. 

But you shouldn’t, because you’ve got this.  And if you need help or to vent or to complain without someone getting all judgy about your feelings, call or text or send smoke signals. I’ll be right there, as soon as I win the same pants battle with mine. I’ll be right there.

Just keep reminding yourself, you can completely and totally do it.

— E