Weary Mom

Yes, I am weary. Not baby-keeps-me-up-all-night-weary. Not these-kids-won’t-stop-fighting-weary. Not even hour-after-the-birthday-party-is-over weary.

I am weary-weary. Frustrated that all motivation is gone. Grasping at the next steps, and how to look like I know what I’m doing for the sake of my kids – because I definitely don’t.

I realized it’s the emotional weariness of waiting. The suspense of waiting. The unknowns of waiting. The anticipation (good and bad) of waiting. Then an answer comes, and you start the process of waiting over again, with something new.

It’s a skill that we teach our kids at an early age. To wait. To be patient. To be content in what we have. Yet we, as adults, are now rightfully struggling with that concept of “waiting”.

I wish this blog was a magical answer on “how to cure your weariness”, but unfortunately it’s not. I honestly don’t know; but I’m honestly sharing my current situation, in hopes that others won’t feel alone in their weariness.

That we can identify it, label it and take it day-by-day. Be the best we can be. Find joy and adventure in very small (and I really mean very small) things and also be honest with our kids. They know because they see it in us.

Carry on weary mom. Carry on.