I see you mumma
Dear mumma,
I see you.
Underneath the dark bags which hang from your eyes, the deep wrinkles in your forehead and the untidy messy bun which sits on the top of your head, you are plagued with self-consciousness.
Between the messy unvacuumed floor, the unmade beds and the basket full of washing, you feel like you are in a constant state of overwhelm.
Amidst the endless painful cries, the public tantrums and the unruly broken sleep, you pray for things to get easier.
Amongst the constant external pressure, the unhelpful opinions and the personal challenges, you crave approval and validation.
But know this.
To your child you are the most beautiful thing they have ever laid eyes on and to everyone else you are a natural reminder of the amazing sacrifices you make.
The state of your house does not define you. It is just a stage that will pass and before long you will desperately pine for this time back again.
You are currently doing the hardest job you will ever do. Vocalising the struggles is healthy and should not be discouraged.
Doubt is unfair and unkind. It doesn’t matter the source in which it derives, you must not let it win. Trust your decisions and believe in yourself always.
