Dear daughter,

It’s not you . . . it’s me.

When I lose my temper and raise my voice a decibel louder than intended, I desperately want to tell youit’s not you . . . it’s me.

When I say the thing I immediately wish I could take back and I see the hurt in your eyes, I pray you see, baby girlit’s not you . . . it’s me.

When I use kind words and a gentle voice with your baby sister, and in the same breath only offer you impatience and exasperation, I desperately want you to know it’s not you (or her) . . . it’s me.

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When I’m not considerate with the words I speak about you while you are in the room, please hear me when I sayit’s not you . . . it’s me.

When I ask daddy to tuck you in because I can’t take one more minute, sweet girl, rest assuredit’s not you . . . it’s me.

When I need a minute, an hour, or even a day to myself away from this chaos of life, I pray you understandit’s not you . . . it’s me.

You see, sweet girl, when you look at me, all you see is your mama. And I love that about youyou see me with such innocent eyes. But the thing is . . . I am so much more than that. I am also a wife, daughter, sister, and friend. I am an employee, a volunteer, and a life-long learner. I am a sinner, but also a servant of God. And each of these roles, these responsibilities I carry, they can make life complicated sometimes.

In other words, I am human.

And I make mistakes. A lot of them.

And on the days when I’m pushed too far or stretched too thin in the other roles of my life, I fall short with you. I fall short as a mama.

I lose my temper.

I raise my voice.

I use unkind words.

I treat you unfairly.

I am inconsiderate.

I am impatient.

I am selfish.

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And unfortunately, it is likely that someday you will understand. You will know what it feels like to feel this way. And if nothing else, I pray it will help you see my heart for you a little more clearly.

But until then, sweet girl, please knowit’s not you . . . it’s me.

Previously published on the author’s blog

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Jen Hummel

Jen Hummel is a 30-something introverted Enneagram 1 and wannabe minimalist. She lives on a fourth-generation family farm with her handsome hubby, two daughters (+1 in heaven) and four crazy dogs. Yes . . . four. On any given day, you will find her in a graphic tee and stretchy pants sipping on an iced latte, because #basic. Writing is her safe haven and free therapy between bi-monthly sessions of the real deal. Jen's goal is creating community through authenticity + imperfection in her writing and IRL.