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Dear Mama,

Updated: Jul 4, 2021

I know you're exhausted. You've been at this parenting thing for two weeks or two months or two years or more, and I know sometimes it feels like you will never get the hang of things. I know there are times you feel on top of the world, so proud of all that you have accomplished as a woman and mother, in awe of your strength. And I know how quickly your perspective can change.

I know you are giving your all every second of every day and couldn't possibly be stretched an ice further. I know YOU'RE TIRED. I know that you yearn for the days you could collapse into bed at night with the peace of mind that your slumber would be undisturbed. I know you long to sleep even two or four hours uninterrupted throughout the night. No matter how long ago it was, I know you may not have felt like yourself during your pregnancy, and that by the end, you longed to have your baby our so that you could get back to normal. Only, I know that your old normal never came back. You have probably stared at pictures of that younger, well-rested woman you barely recognize as yourself. I'm also certain you don't give enough credit to the beautiful, incredible woman you are now. I know how physically taxing being a mom is. I know that you are hoisting your baby or toddler or big kid around while you are brushing your teeth, combing your hair, or trying to find your car keys. I know you have a tiny person clinging to you while you try to have a conversation, or go to sleep, or have dinner. I know you feel like you've been sacrificing for so long. I know you try so hard to keep bits and pieces of your former self, only to find those pieces being reworked again and again. I know it's like someone is asking you to turn in your identity and swap it out for a new one. I know it doesn't always feel this way, but I know sometimes it does. I also know you should hang in there. You're doing an amazing job, and you're not along.

A beautiful piece written by Candace Alnaji posted by @thepostive pregnancyjourney


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