You’re tired again, aren’t you?

I know. I am, too. 

Your little ones are finally tucked away in bed—for a few hours at least—and you already feel the weariness of tomorrow creeping over you like a heavy sigh. 

It’s just so much, having these little ones rely on you for their ever need, day in and day out. It’s easy to feel like your world revolves completely, exhaustingly around them. 

Caring for their hearts. 
Tending to their souls. 
Nurturing their spirits. 
Wiping their bottoms. 
(Even that, somehow, requires specifically you.) 

It starts to feel like the walls are closing in around you, making your world feel small, disconnected, somehow, from the rest of reality. The one that’s not so worn and weary. 

Being needed so much, so completely? It’s full-time work of the heart. Of the hands. Of the mind.

It takes everything out of you. 

And yet . . . 

Even on the worst days, when you sag against the couch cushions well after dark, yesterday’s exhaustion the only fresh thing left on your face—you are their world. 

You who wipes bottoms best (you just do). 
You who gently makes room for fledgling spirits to blossom. 
You who tenderly nurtures wandering souls. 
You who offers the safest space for hearts to dig roots and take flight. 

You, sweet mama. 

You. 

In all your weariness. 
In all your shortcomings. 
In all your doubts. 
In all your misgivings.
in all your failures. 
In all your struggles. 
In all your loneliness. 
In all your fears. 

You are their home. 

Your love sustains it all. 

There is truly none more full of beauty than you. 

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