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motherhood is hard.

Motherhood is hard. In the age of social media it can be so intensely isolating.
I meet moms every week that want to know why we dont talk about the hard stuff more. Why dont we comfort each other by sharing our mom insecurities. Why do we all pretend it's easy?
After the 3rd hour of trying to get the kids to sleep, I ended up driving them around for 90 minutes. I would say about 79 of those minutes at least one of them if not both were crying. It was brutal... and I will be real I sobbed the whole time too.
Gone are the days of just worrying about ourselves, and the tired we felt at 22 is the rested we wish for now.
But it's in these moments we grow. we become more well seasoned moms. One day we will beg our kids to spend more time with us. And ache for the snuggles they use for leverage right now to avoid going to bed.
This does not mean it's easy or that one day you will say it was all worth it. All it means is that motherhood is hard. That mother you pass in the grocery store knows hard too. even if the mom friend you envy that's always got it together when you see her, she knows hard too.


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