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Do you ever have one of those days as a mom when you just want to scream, “DOES ANYONE SEE EVERYTHING THAT I AM DOING?!  EVERY LITTLE THING?!”

Sometimes it just feels like all of the things big and small go unnoticed and unappreciated. I want to hold up a long detailed account of everything I did and have someone acknowledge it. Have them go line by line and check off each one. Just have someone notice it ALL, and see how long the list is and how exhausting it all is.

Some days little things are noticed, but if I am honest a lot of days, most are not. I just want to be like Hey, here is your invoice for everything I did today, look at it . . . see it!

I made breakfast.

I washed the dishes.

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I did distance learning with the kids.

I cleaned up all the papers that are EVERYWHERE.

I scheduled the Google meets for school.

I paid the bills.

I made lunch.

I cleaned up lunch.

I wiped up crumbs from the floor for the hundredth time.

I played outside.

I gave baths.

I put clean clothes and dishes away.

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I rubbed feet and backs.

I had to search for that toy they couldn’t find.

I cleaned up the tornado that is my laundry room.

I got groceries and put them away.

I had to clean toilets and bathtubs.

And then add all of the heaviness the emotional tolls motherhood has . . . and I just want to ask someoneanyonedo you see it ALL? 

Do you see why I am so tired? 

No one else could ever understand the heaviness of it all except for another mom.  Another mom can say, “Yes, I see that list, and I did the same . . . maybe even more.”  Only another mom can say, “Yes, I understand how tired you are.”

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Only another mom can understand because they are in the trenches just like me and you, day in and day out. No one is going to carefully go over our lists of everything we have done today, but another mom doesn’t need that list to know because that list is also her own too.

Let’s hold on to that today. When we feel like no one sees, let’s remember there are mothers all over the world saying I see ALL that you are doing, I understand how tired you are and how hard you are working because I am doing the same. There is something so soothing about having someone else saying, “Yes, I see it ALL, and I understand” that can soothe a tired mom’s soul.

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Jennifer Toscano

I am a wife, mother to two beautiful daughters and a follower of Jesus. I recently started my blog as a way to document my journey in faith and to share God's great love with others. I also love to cook, read and do graphic design. You can find me on Facebook: facebook.com/aheartfullofhope and on my website: AHeartFullofHope.com writing about faith, hope and motherhood.

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