As I lie awake, a sense of unease washes over me. My mind races through the events of the day, focusing on one of my children tucked in bed upstairs. Yes, that’s the one. She’s the source of my sleeplessness tonight.
I reflect on the challenging moments we shared, the sharp words exchanged, and I find myself praying for her. I also pray for myself. The night prior, thoughts about the escalating costs of college kept me awake an extra hour. Two nights ago, a relentless tension headache plagued me as I overthought everything on my to-do list. Just a week before, illness struck when my second grader battled the flu, leaving me with one eye open all night, listening to her wheeze from the pallet beside me.
A notepad by my bed captures my morning worries—reminders, prayers, and tasks that need attention. This morning’s note read, “Contact the orthodontist. Remind my son to stop munching on chips.”
Each stage of parenting brings its own challenges, yet the underlying feelings remain constant. The worries, the uncertainties, and the exhausting responsibility of nurturing these young lives never truly fade.
We labor tirelessly. We love even more fiercely. As we look ahead at our lengthy to-do lists—grocery shopping, house cleaning, baking, thawing turkeys, and preparing for the holiday season—we often feel utterly drained. And it’s not just the kind of tiredness that a day in bed can fix; it’s deep, bone-weary exhaustion.
Does this resonate with you? The clamor of daily life, the overflowing laundry baskets, the never-ending dishes, and the constant demands can feel overwhelming. There are days when we need to give ourselves permission to set aside the worries, fears, and uncertainties. We need to walk away, turn off the noise, say no, and carve out time for ourselves. We must release the burdens we carry.
Here it is: the permission to rest, to pause, to reflect. We can strive for holiday perfection, but let’s remember that perfection is often overrated. As we prepare for gatherings, meals, and time with family and friends, let’s also remember to prioritize ourselves.
We are well-versed in the art of giving. We often give our children the last cookie we had set aside for ourselves. We willingly part with our warm hoodies when they’re cold at the park. We endure discomfort for their comfort because that’s what mothers do.
However, giving thanks can sometimes feel like just another task on our never-ending list, an obligation added to our already full plates. This week, I encourage you to take a moment—put your feet up, trade your worries for peace, and remind yourself that you are a good mother. Happy Thanksgiving.
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In summary, motherhood is a journey filled with challenges, worries, and responsibilities, but it’s crucial to allow ourselves moments of rest and reflection. Remember, you’re doing an amazing job.