You know; motherhood is intense.
And it’s not always rewarding or purposeful and sometimes it’s really quite bullshit. It’s ground hog day more often than not. It’s hard to find the enthusiasm some days and keep up the survival mantra of “surrender”.
You don’t have to pretend to be okay if you’re not.
You don’t have to always like being a mother.
It’s okay to say you’re over it, or that you need time alone.
It’s okay to take that time alone guilt-free.
You don’t need to be perfect.
You don’t need to always play with your kids.
You don’t need to always say yes to their requests (or demands).
If you go to the park with them and play on your phone the whole time – that’s OK.
If you’d rather have your eyes gauged with spoons than take them out to a movie – that’s OK.
If you find motherhood really bloody boring and tedious – that’s OK.
It’s OK to ask for help.
It’s OK to let the boring housework slide.
It’s OK to order in.
Surround yourself with positive nourishing friendships and let the rest go; they don’t serve you.
You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.
The people who really love you will still be there when the shit hits the fan.
So.. Do whatever you need to get by. Recognise your own limits and fill up your own cup. Your children are watching. They need to have the significant art of self-care modelled for them in this world.
You’re doing just fine, hey?