Our Keepsake Journal is Here! 🎉

Hey friend, I know you’re stressed. I know it’s hard. I heard the pain in your voice when you called yesterday.

“I’m so tired,” you sighed.

You were up early before the rest of your family. You got three kids ready for school. You made sure they were fed and had shoes on their feet. You were feeling good about your morning until the middle kid cried, and the dog peed on the carpet (again) and the oldest couldn’t find her shoes.

The stress of the morning made you forget to throw that recipe into the Crock-Pot.

RELATED: To All the Working Moms Who Are Tired Before They Get to Work

I guess I’ll pick up pizza again, you thought to yourself as you rushed out of the house (late).

You dropped off the older kids at school and the youngest at day care.

“Valentine’s Day party tomorrow,” the teacher reminded you. “Don’t forget to bring treats!”

I can’t even remember to throw food into a Crock-Pot, you told yourself. How will I remember to bring treats?

By the time you finally arrive to work, you feel like you’ve already lived a full day. But the stress has just begun.

Clients yell, phones ring, numbers are crunched. You take a quick break at 10 a.m. to grab another cup of coffee.

Your third one of the day.

I really need to cut back on this caffeine.

You rush out over your lunch break to grab Valentine’s Day gifts for the kids, and ingredients to make treats for the party. But traffic was heavy, and lines were long, and you didn’t have time to eat lunch.

So, you snack on string cheese and crackers and a leftover package of fruit snacks the toddler didn’t eat.

The afternoon rush keeps your mind racing.

You love your job, but you’re still paying off those loans from college. Sometimes you wonder if it was worth all of this.

The stress, the rush, the fear, the anxiety.

When you’re at work, you can’t stop thinking about your babies.

Are they doing well at school? Do they have enough friends? Am I teaching them about Jesus and kindness and love and friendship?

But your job is important, too. Your family needs this income. Your husband works hard, and so do you. You take pride in your career. You longed for this title, and it’s finally yours.

You’re at work later than the rest, finishing up a project due next week. You get into the car, pick up the toddler from day care and swing by the pizza place before heading out of town. 

You’re finally home at six, but the evening has just begun. And your husband is working late.

Dinner, homework, baths, stories and bedtime. And don’t forget about those Valentine treats.

You called me when the house was quiet.

“I’m so tired,” you told me. I could hear the exhaustion in your voice.

“I just hope I’m doing a good job.”

RELATED: I’m an Exhausted Working Mom and I’m Trying Harder Than You Know

And here’s what I wish I would have said:

My friend, when you woke up this morning, your kids didn’t notice your stress. They didn’t sense your anxiety. They saw their mom. You were there. You showed up, you got them to school. And that was all they needed to start their day. 

At work, you are loved and respected. Your clients request you, your co-workers couldn’t do their jobs without you.

When you got home, your kids were excited for pizza night. Your middle child needed you to help solve that math problem and the toddler only got to sleep because you knew exactly how to read Goodnight Moon. And your oldest? She absolutely had to have that heart shirt washed for her school party. 

And when your husband walked in the door late that evening, he knew everything was taken care of.

You did that, friend. You.

When your kids see you, they see love. They feel love. They aren’t looking for perfection, they’re simply looking for you.

I know you worry about trying to balance it all. But my friend, please let go of that guilt. Let it go. You are their mom. You are his wife. And you are an excellent working mother. I see that in you. They do too. 

Being a working mom is like running a never-ending marathon. We love the practical strategies in Stretched Too Thin for empowering working moms to get the most out of life. Don’t have time to sit and read? Listen to it on Audible during your commute.

Stretched Too Thin: How Working Moms Can Lose the Guilt, Work Smarter, and Thrive by [Turner, Jessica N.]

Want more love, family, and faith from the heart of every home, delivered straight to you? Sign up here!

Recommendations in this post contain affiliate links. Her View From Home may receive a small commission if you choose to purchase.

So God Made a Mother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A MOTHER available now!

Order Now

Check out our new Keepsake Companion Journal that pairs with our So God Made a Mother book!

Order Now
So God Made a Mother's Story Keepsake Journal

Leslie Means

Leslie is the founder and owner of Her View From Home.com. She is also a former news anchor, published children’s book author, weekly columnist, and has several published short stories as well. She is married to a very patient man. Together they have three fantastic kids.  When she’s not sharing too much personal information online and in the newspaper – you’ll find Leslie somewhere in Nebraska hanging out with family and friends. There’s also a 75% chance at any given time, you’ll spot her in the aisles at Target.

Now I Know How a Mother Is Made

In: Motherhood
Husband, wife, and young son, color photo

It’s been almost three years now, but I can still remember how your 8-pound body felt in my arms. Night after night as we tried to sleep, I remember your sounds, your movements, and your tiny hands. I gave it my all but still felt I fell short. You see sweet little one, you may have been brand new to this world, but so was I. The day you were born, a mother was born too. Things didn’t always go according to plan. It’s hard when you try your best, but you just can’t get there. So many new things...

Keep Reading

I’m Praying for My Teenager in These Challenging Years

In: Faith, Motherhood, Teen
Teen boy holding a smartphone and wearing headphones

In my mid-40s, I began to long for a baby. We didn’t get much encouragement from friends and family. My husband is a high-functioning quadriplegic, and I was considered way too old to start a family. But our marriage was stable, we were used to obstacles, we were financially prepared, emotionally experienced, and our careers were established. I began to paint my own sublime mental portrait of parenting tranquility. What could go wrong? At 48, I delivered a healthy baby boy, and he was perfect. We adored him. The baby we had longed for and prayed for, we had. And...

Keep Reading

Going to Church with Kids is Hard but We’ll Keep Showing Up

In: Faith, Motherhood
Mother holding young daughter in church

Going to church is hard with young kids. It used to be something I looked forward to. It’s something I’ve always valued deeply and needed desperately. It’s the one place that will always be home regardless of what location or building it’s in or what people attend. Church is my sanctuary. But it’s become a battle with the kids’ resistance, my tired mind and body, and my lack of ability to actually listen to the sermon. Going to church is hard with young kids. It’s become normal for me to lie down in bed on Saturday night thinking, with dread,...

Keep Reading

When Motherhood Feels Like a Limitation

In: Faith, Motherhood
Ruth Chou Simons holding book

Twenty-one years ago, my husband Troy and I welcomed our first son into the world. Two years later, I gave birth to another boy. And again two years later, and again two years after that. A fifth boy joined our family another two years later, and a final son was born 11 years after we began our parenting journey. If you were counting, you’re not mistaken—that’s six sons in just over a decade. We were overjoyed and more than a little exhausted. I remember feeling frustrated with the limitations of the little years with young children when I was a...

Keep Reading

I Obsessed over Her Heartbeat Because She’s My Rainbow Baby

In: Grief, Loss, Motherhood
Mother and teen daughter with ice cream cones, color photo

I delivered a stillborn sleeping baby boy five years before my rainbow baby. I carried this sweet baby boy for seven whole months with no indication that he wouldn’t live. Listening to his heartbeat at each prenatal visit until one day there was no heartbeat to hear. It crushed me. ”I’m sorry but your baby is dead,” are words I’ll never be able to unhear. And because of these words, I had no words. For what felt like weeks, I spoke only in tears as they streamed down my cheeks. But I know it couldn’t have been that long. Because...

Keep Reading

Round 2 in the Passenger Seat is Even Harder

In: Motherhood, Teen
Teen boy behind the wheel, color photo

Here I am, once again, in the passenger seat. The driver’s side mirrors are adjusted a little higher. The seat is moved back to fit his growing teenage limbs. The rearview mirror is no longer tilted to see what’s going on in the backseat. Yellow stickers screaming “Student Driver,” are plastered to the sides of the car. The smile on his face is noticeable. The fear in mine is hard to hide. These are big moments for both of us. For him, it’s the beginning of freedom. Exiting the sidestreets of youth and accelerating full speed into the open road...

Keep Reading

Here on the Island of Autism Parenting

In: Motherhood
Son on dad's shoulders looking at sunset over water

Hey, you. Yes, you there: mom to a kid on the spectrum. Well, you and I know they’re so much more than that. But sometimes those few words seem so all-consuming. So defining. So defeating. I see you when you’re done. That was me earlier today. I had to send a picture of a broken windshield to my husband. I prefaced the picture with the text, “You’re going to be so mad.” And you know what? He saw the picture, read my text, and replied, “I love you. The windshield can be fixed. Don’t worry. Just come home.” I think,...

Keep Reading

We’re Walking the Road of Twin Loss Together

In: Grief, Loss, Motherhood
Mother and son walk along beach holding hands

He climbed into our bed last week, holding the teddy bear that came home in his twin brother’s hospital grief box almost 10 years earlier. “Mom, I really miss my brother. And do you see that picture of me over there with you, me and his picture in your belly? It makes me really, really sad when I look at it.” A week later, he was having a bad day and said, “I wish I could trade places with my brother.” No, he’s not disturbed or mentally ill. He’s a happy-go-lucky little boy who is grieving the brother who grew...

Keep Reading

Somewhere Between Wife and Mom, There Is a Woman

In: Living, Motherhood
Woman standing alone in field smiling

Sometimes, it’s hard to remember there is a woman behind the mom. At home, you feel caught between two worlds. Mom world and wife world. Sometimes it’s hard to balance both. We don’t exactly feel sexy in our leggings and messy mom bun. We don’t feel sexy at the end of the day when we are mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted from being a mom all day. The truth is we want to feel like ourselves again. We just aren’t sure where we fit in anymore. RELATED: I Fear I’ve Lost Myself To Motherhood We know the kids only stay...

Keep Reading

Until I See You in Heaven, I’ll Cherish Precious Memories of You

In: Grief, Loss, Motherhood
Toddler girl with bald head, color photo

Your memory floats through my mind so often that I’m often seeing two moments at once. I see the one that happened in the past, and I see the one I now live each day. These two often compete in my mind for importance. I can see you in the play of all young children. Listening to their fun, I hear your laughter clearly though others around me do not. A smile might cross my face at the funny thing you said once upon a time that is just a memory now prompted by someone else’s young child. The world...

Keep Reading