Today started with a heavy weight on my chest, and I felt the urge to retreat under the covers, overwhelmed by my emotions. I could easily have succumbed to tears, but the alarm forced me to confront the day ahead. I longed to ignore it, but my children needed me—school awaited for the girls, and the boys required breakfast. With a deep inhale, I cast off the blankets and planted my feet on the floor, feeling both determination and the burden of life’s stresses coursing through me. I reminded myself to shake it off and simply breathe.
As I woke the girls with a gentle touch, I lifted my little ones from their cribs and inhaled their intoxicating scent of innocence. I embraced my three-year-old, showering him with kisses, determined to be the best mom I could be. I concealed my inner turmoil, though the urge to cry lingered, and I found a moment during the boys’ nap to let it out.
My tears flowed for many reasons; my parents are unwell, and helplessness consumes me. My father’s Alzheimer’s progresses, and my mother, once vibrant, now struggles to move. I remember them as the strong figures who raised me, masking their pain for our sake, but time is relentless. It steals moments and joy, leaving my heart shattered daily. My feelings of depression crept in, but I managed to hide them well.
I wept, feeling like I was somehow failing my children. That all-too-familiar mother’s guilt gnawed at me: Are they happy? I know they are, yet I still found myself questioning my worth. I have sacrificed so much of my own dreams that I sometimes feel like a mere shadow of myself—just Mom, and nothing more. I worry about the day they no longer need me. What will I be then?
I hesitated to share these feelings, fearing it would come across as ungrateful. Yet, I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything; I would choose this path again without hesitation. My attention deficit disorder (ADD) makes these overwhelming thoughts spiral out of control, and my mind feels like a balloon ready to burst.
Motherhood is a challenging journey, compounded by external sadnesses. My children don’t need to bear the weight of my worries; they should only feel the love I have for them. However, that love can sometimes bring pain. I wonder how I can love them so fiercely. They are truly remarkable. I have days where their behavior tests my patience, leading me to shout, “Go to bed!” or “Stop talking!” repeatedly. But in the quiet hours, when I observe them peacefully dreaming, I often whisper apologies for my outbursts. Will they carry the weight of my frustrations into tomorrow?
No, I know they will wake up full of smiles and love for me. Despite my imperfections and moments of confusion, I am their Mommy, and I believe they adore me. Their innocence fuels my resilience; I want to shield them from the world’s harsh realities. Their happiness is intertwined with mine, and that is how it works.
I often feel torn between the needs of my children and the memories of my own parents, both of whom require my attention. Time is limited, and I sometimes feel inadequate. But amid the chaos, I am grateful to be trusted, needed, and wanted. My tears flow, bittersweet as they roll down my cheeks.
Today was a decent day. Yes, I cried, but through the tears, I remembered to breathe. Amid the anxiety, I breathed. With every hug and every exclamation of “I love you” or “Leave me alone!” I breathed. And you know what? It’s perfectly fine if all I accomplished today was to breathe.
In summary, motherhood is a journey filled with emotional highs and lows. While it is overwhelming at times, it’s essential to acknowledge and embrace the simple act of breathing as a significant achievement. For further insights, check out resources like the Cleveland Clinic’s podcast on IVF and fertility preservation or explore the Fertility Booster for Men for supporting your journey. For those considering home insemination, the Impregnator at Home Insemination Kit offers valuable guidance.
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