Dear Tired One,
It’s so, so hard right now. And no one, not even me, can understand it, because we block out how very hard it is. But, I’ll tell you this: I remember some of those nights vividly. I remember being on my hands and knees and rocking Mae’s cradle and almost throwing up from exhaustion. Right now, you are a warrior, and this is the true labor, these first few months.
I think of you every day, and I send you a little prayer.
Do whatever you need to get through. Eat peanut butter out of the jar. Let the laundry fill up your closet. Let the baby hang out in just a diaper all day. Guess what? You are doing an amazing job. You are doing something that feels impossible. And the new responsibility of this little being is relentless. It never turns off, even when you get twenty minutes to yourself at the grocery store. You are carrying a new weight, and it’s wonderful, but it is so heavy.
I know it doesn’t mean much right now while you are in the thick of it, but it gets better. It does. And to those people who say things like “don’t wish this time away,” they are idiots and don’t remember at all how hard this time was. You do all the wishing you need to. You hold your baby or put your baby down. You are transforming into a mother, and it takes time. Growth is always painful and beautiful.
We love you and
think you are doing amazing work.