Today, Mama shed tears.
She cried because you woke up an hour earlier than usual, and she desperately needed more sleep. She cried because she wanted to fit in a workout before breakfast, but your demands for pancakes were relentless. She cried because the coffee filter folded in the machine, turning her morning brew into a gritty mess. She cried as she knocked over her mug while trying to make a new pot, spilling coffee all over the floor.
She cried because her inhaler needed a refill, but every time she called the doctor’s office, she just got a busy signal. She cried at the sight of cat hair lurking in the refrigerator – yes, the refrigerator. She cried after running a whole load of laundry, only to realize she forgot the detergent. She cried because there were no hangers left for the fresh laundry, and she felt overwhelmed by the clutter.
She cried because the previous tenant didn’t forward their mail, and she kept receiving packages of medical equipment that she had no time to return. She cried because allergies were acting up, and her ears felt clogged. She cried because she wanted to shake off her body image worries but felt heavy and self-conscious today.
She cried because she couldn’t figure out the technology, and her playlist was stuck on repeat. She cried because Dawson’s Creek is no longer available on streaming, and even if it were, she wouldn’t have the time to watch it. She cried because she was utterly exhausted – just so completely tired.
She cried because her head was throbbing from the stress, her throat was sore from raising her voice, and her heart ached for taking her frustration out on you, the loves of her life. She cried because there was a stray hair trapped somewhere in her bra band, tickling her back, and she couldn’t reach it.
She cried because the store was out of her favorite vanilla almond milk, and regular just doesn’t cut it. She cried because, in a moment of distraction, she accidentally sprayed her salad with SPF 50 instead of olive oil. She cried because she discovered a piece of apple skin stuck in her teeth and couldn’t find the floss Daddy put away.
She cried because she wanted to steal a moment to scroll through Facebook, but the computer kept freezing. She cried because both she and Daddy dreamed of having another baby, but her ovaries had other plans, and life can be so unfair. She cried because she felt guilty for feeling overwhelmed when she already had two wonderful kids.
She cried after indulging in a big spoonful of peanut butter straight from the jar, feeling like Aunt Marge from Harry Potter when she inflated like a balloon. She cried because Grandma was far away, exactly 1,174 miles, and she really could have used a hug from her mom today.
She cried because the microwave beeped like it was screaming at her. She cried because she yelled at you to “be quiet,” which only made you cry, causing her to feel like a terrible mother. She cried because she loves you fiercely – she loves you SO MUCH – but sometimes longs for a brief escape from being a mom, just to reclaim a little freedom.
She cried because of those pesky hormones. She cried because she had already picked out all the almonds and cashews from the mixed nuts, leaving only a bunch of peanuts behind. She cried because she poured her heart into a piece of writing that nobody wanted to publish.
She cried because life felt suffocating, and she was utterly drained, wishing for today to end. She cried because she could feel the tears welling up behind her eyelids, desperately seeking release, and she hated feeling vulnerable. She cried because the weight of life was pressing down on her, compressing her mind, heart, and soul.
She cried because her body craved an outlet for the pressure building inside. She cried because it was the only option left, aside from the laundry folding, dishes washing, and lunch making. So she did what she needed to do. She sat on the bathroom floor while you screamed for the playground and popsicles, allowing her tears to flow freely, cleansing her guilt, stress, and the day’s frustrations.
Yes, Mama cried today. Not out of weakness, but out of strength. She cried because she recognizes the necessity of being strong – for herself, for her family, and for you. And she knows that sometimes, breaking down is what it takes to rebuild herself again.
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In summary, today’s tears are a testament to the strength of motherhood. It’s perfectly okay to cry, as it’s often through those tears that mothers find the resilience they need to keep moving forward.
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