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Dear mom, 

I see you.

Exhausted from the crying little one.

Overwhelmed by life. 

Stretched thin from expectations of work, family, and beyond . . . 

Let’s not forget the never-ending pile of dishes and laundry loads and the wise people who tell you, “It will be over before you know it.”

Unfortunately, the days when your children will accept their high school diplomas could be over a decade away.

No matter how hard you try, you may find yourself barely holding it together, and utterly tired. 

As a mother of six with two part-time jobs and a full plate, I get it. Sometimes you want to run, but you never really want to run. In fact, those cute drawings for mommy, sweet goodnight kisses, and excitement when they see you keep you plugged into the joy of motherhood. No matter how crazy the day before is, you find yourself checking on them as they sleep. You find yourself anticipating chances to create unforgettable “moments” with your children.

You find you can’t get away from the “m” word.

You are undeniably a “mommy”. Could you really have it any other way?

Years ago, I was once a part of a group that called the journey of motherhood a beautiful mess.

STOP! How many of you just thought, Oh it’s a mess, alright!

Let’s be honest—motherhood is sticky, poopy, slimy, and many other adjectives. It can get crazy! BUT in it all, through it all, it’s beautiful. It is beautiful! (If you are having a hard mommy day, you may need to say that line a few times, I understand.)

Motherhood is a beautiful gift. Many pray for years to experience the joy of birth and parenting. And these little ones, a reflection of us, are each a blessing. Each one created intricately on purpose and given the mother of their dreams, YOU! 

It was no accident that you ended up with your children. The Lord knew you were made of the right stuff to guide these little ones to where they needed to be. And in the process, this beautiful messy process, you learn more about you. I find, I learn many lessons about me in the context of “we”. 

For example, have you ever noticed the more irritated you are, the more irritated your children are? The more joyful you are, the more joyful your children are. These little ones reflect us so well. 

Dear tired mom, in the midst of your frustration, I encourage you to embrace every moment. Recognize you have what it takes. Take moments to pause when you get overwhelmed and ask, Where’s the beauty in this messy moment? I can assure you if you ask the Lord, He will answer. 

If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given to him. (James 1:5)

Perhaps your child’s stubbornness reminds you of how you are with others? 

Perhaps your children’s arguing is your reminder that you and your significant other should communicate better? (OUCH!)

Maybe your child’s refusal to get in their car seat is your reminder of how God protects you even when you fight it?

Each moment is an opportunity for the Lord to teach you how to be the best version of you! It gets no more beautiful than THIS!

Dear tired mom, will you choose to see the beauty in the mess? 

Will you choose to see opportunities of victories in your motherhood versus defeat?

Will you embrace that your call to motherhood is a gift even when you feel like it’s a curse?

My friend, when you can answer yes to these questions, your entire motherhood journey will turn upside down. I pray you will seek God’s voice when it’s not so easy and that you will embrace these motherhood moments from now until high school graduation day and beyond! 

Psalm 127:3-Behold, children are a gift of the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward.

Originally published on the author’s blog 

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Victoria Riollano

Victoria Riollano is an author, blogger, and speaker at Victory Speaks. As a mother of six, military spouse, Psychology professor and minister’s wife, Victoria has learned the art of balancing family and accomplishing God’s ultimate purpose for her life. Recently, Victoria released her book, The Victory Walk: A 21 Day Devotional on Living A Victorious Life. Additionally, Victoria has recently begun her journey as the podcast host of Victory Talk with Victoria. Her ultimate desire is to empower women to live a life of victory, hope, and love. She believes that with Christ we can live a life that is ALWAYS winning. You can learn more about her ministry at

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