I am pretty tired.
I wonder when I’ll ever have a full night’s sleep again.
I hear that’s going to be NEVER.
I see dark circles under my eyes.
I want to sleep for a full night, whatever that means.
I am still functional though.
I pretend at playing adult. My inner child is protesting.
I feel all the feelings these days. It’s part of mothering.
I touch my babies’ soft, smooth cheeks, and hope that I can give them all that they need and more.
I worry that I don’t.
I cry in secret.
I am a tired, but functional, feel-all-the-feelings-adult.
I understand that the world is challenging, that it’s big and bad out there.
I say I fear it for my children.
I dream that it will be a better place when they grow up.
I try to do my part in making their world wonderful.
I hope I’m doing a decent job.
I am a mother.
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