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Dear tired moms:
Every day you grace these “pages” with your presence. I see the words that your tired fingers type into Google. I picture you at your computer. I feel like an intruder into those stolen moments when you somehow find the time to pour your desperation into a search bar, hoping that the click of a mouse will somehow provide the magic answer to get you through your day.
tired mom of baby
tired 3 children
so tired newborn yelling
im tired with 4 year old
tired mom of 2
mom tired by two years old
a very tired single parent
young mothers tired of baby
how to be a good mom when exhausted all the time
exhausted all the time parent
i am tired mom of three
mother tired all the time
tired 3 children
i want my baby to sleep so i feel i am not a good mother
i’m tired of being a mom
These words only represent the last seven days on my blog. Fifteen exhausted moms in seven days.
You come here to read my posts about mothering through fatigue. And I’m so glad that I’m meeting you there. But it doesn’t really feel like it’s enough.
I wrote those posts 8-9 months ago when my son was 2 1/2 years old – but most days I’m still in those places myself. Just surviving.
Chronic fatigue is my thorn in the flesh. And this winter – to be frank, it’s kicking my rear. I’m always exhausted. Even when I have bursts of energy, it’s there. And mothering through that fatigue is so so hard.
Three is hard just like two was hard. Easier in some respects (thank you weaning!) but harder in a lot of respects too. His will is strong and trying to shape it for good is a daily war right now.
Most mornings when I wake up all I want to do is roll over and go right back to sleep for a few hours. It just goes downhill from there.
And so when I see your Google search terms come up in my WordPress dashboard, my heart goes out to you. And I truly mean that. My heart really hurts for you. I love the traffic, but I never expected that THIS would be how it would come. My thorn, being a gift to you. I love it and hate it all at the same time.
I wish I could give you better advice and encouragement.
I wish I could do more than say, “I’m there too. I know it’s hard. Hang on!” and give you virtual cyber hugs that you can’t really feel. Because that seems so lame.
I wish I could take your exhaustion away and give you the energy that you crave to mother your beautiful babies. I wish I could send you free babysitters, mentors, a nap, patience, grace, hope, and some coffee all wrapped up in a flat-rate box.
But I can’t. So let me just tell you one more time…
You aren’t alone. Take heart.
“And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities… for when I am weak, then am I strong.” (2 Corinthians 12:9-10)