06/02/2026
Dear momma trying to hold herself togetherā¦
If all you did today was keep little tummies full, answer the same question twenty times, wipe tears, carry the weight no one else can fully see, and somehow make it to bedtimeā¦ then I want you to go look in the mirror and repeat this truth to your heart!
āI am doing holy work.ā
The kind of work that rarely gets applause.
The kind of work that drains you quietly.
The kind of work that asks for patience you didnāt know you had left.
And if youāre like me, caring for a sweet soul who needs a lot more special care, I know there are days that feel impossibly heavy.
Days where your mind never fully rests.
Days where the appointments, therapies, routines, emotions, meltdowns, advocacy, exhaustion, and constant vigilance feel like too much for one heart to carry.
People donāt always talk about that part.
The grief that can coexist with deep love.
The loneliness.
The guilt for feeling overwhelmed.
The mental load of trying to hold your babies, your home, your marriage, yourselfā¦ all at the same time.
You are a mother carrying more than most people will ever understand, and yet you still keep showing up.
I hope you always remember, you do not have to earn your worth through constant doing. Your presence alone mattered today.
Because to those big beautiful eyes looking up at you ā¦
You are their safety.
You are their comfort.
You are their home.
And that matters more than the undone laundry, the untouched to-do list, or the expectations weighing so heavily on your shoulders.
Trust me, this week has beat me up in so many ways. But just as I have had to constantly remind my own heart, you are not failing. You are carrying a very heavy calling with incredible grace and unending love.
And that is worth celebrating ā¤ļø
Signed with Love,
A momma in the trenches too!
