For The Hardest Days

I've got probably 10 minutes to write this before my littlest starts screaming like a banshee.

He's been doing this since almost the second he woke up this morning and an hour ago he had me a complete blubbering mess of tears.  Not all of our mornings go like this.  But a lot do.

I'm writing this is because on the days when I feel lowest, it is often because I need to feel connected to other moms.  I need to know that I'm not the only momma out there whose baby hasn't stopped crying since the second they were picked up out of their crib.

I need to know that I'm not the only momma whose 5 year old fights them on everything from what she'll eat for breakfast to why she shouldn't have to wear a coat on a 40 degree morning out the door to school.

I need to know that I'm not the only mom who has tried 5 dang times to warm her coffee but still can't find a second to sit down and drink it.  And breathe.

So hear me now, if you are having one of these mornings-- you are not alone.

Take heart in knowing, that your next door neighbor momma is probably fighting the same breakfast battles.

Take heart in knowing that the momma in line behind you at the grocery store is probably giddy because it's the first break from kids she's had all week.

I would know because that was me yesterday.

Take heart in knowing that you are not the only momma who watches the clock from nap time until bed time just praying that she can make it through without having one of her own meltdowns.

Little banshee is crying again.  I'm going to go pick him up and hug him. And kiss the tears away. But first I'm going to drink my coffee. And I'm going to breathe.  And I'm going to remind myself that I am not alone.  You are not alone.  We're in this momma journey together