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To the Mom Who Feels Like it’s All Just Too Much

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To the woman who cannot afford to stock up on her children’s favorite foods right now—

You are still a good mother.

To the woman who has to wait until payday to buy essentials for her baby right now—

You are still a good mother.

To the woman who has to drop her child off to the daycare in the morning—

You are still a good mother.

To the woman who cannot afford to pick up six bottles of hand sanitizer right now—

You are still a good mother.

To the woman who called her best friend today and cried about the unknown—

You are still a good mother.

To the woman who traveled with her children last week—

You are still a good mother.

To the woman who is full of fear for her children’s school being canceled because there is no Plan B for childcare—

You are still a good mother.

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To the woman who is crippled with anxiety because she doesn’t have the mental capacity to homeschool right now—

You are still a good mother.

To the woman who was quick with her children today because everything just feels like a lot right now—

You are still a good mother.

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To the woman who is getting her children to fold up laundry to get their mind off of things right now—

You are still a good mother.

No matter what this moment of time looks for you right now—

YOU
ARE
STILL
A
GOOD
MOTHER

And a virus can not (and will not) change that.

You are still a good mother.

Repeat it after me.

Originally published on the author’s Facebook page

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Articles by Heather Delaney

Heather Delaney

Heather is a wife and mother of three, who is crazy passionate about motherhood, marriage, and sisterhood. She loves hot mugs, heart rambles, and really good pasta. You can follow along with her adventures either on Facebook, or on Instagram.     

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