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The middle child always gets a bad rap,
but they’re nothing short of amazing.

The middles are what holds the family together.

They’re the sweet, creamy filling of the Oreo.
They’re the peanut butter and jelly between the sibling sandwich.
They’re the sibling bridge between the eldest and the youngest.

They’re forced to give in to the youngest or have things snatched from their hands by the oldest.

They’re getting dragged along eating snacks,
napping in car seats,
or only wearing hand-me-downs.

But we see them even when our eyes and ears are drawn to their siblings because they need our immediate attention.

But our attention is constantly prepared to shift to them whenever they need,
no matter their age,
wherever they are,
and no matter how many people are distracting us.

The Oreo would never be the same without the creamy filling,
the sandwich would be boring without peanut butter,
and our family would be lost without them.

We hope they know how loved, cherished, and important they are.

Shared with permission from @livingfullaftered
Artwork: @chloe_trayhurn_art

In that moment, she wasn’t just entrusting me wi

In that moment, she wasn’t just entrusting me with a pile of old clothes . . . she was entrusting me with some of her most precious memories.❤

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Written by @casey.e.huff

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When a mama says she’s tired, she means it. The

When a mama says she’s tired, she means it.

The tiredness a mama feels is not just physical.

The tiredness a mama feels is that of pure, utter exhaustion.

Because, a mama’s body?
It is simply nothing short of a sponge.

Absorbing the entirety of the world around her. Those responsibilities she’s supposed to hold and honor. As well as the endless reel of worries, she simply cannot ignore. The flood of feelings she just can't prevent from drowning her heart.

Guilt.
Fear.
Anguish.
Heartache.
Loneliness.
Comparison.

There comes a point when a mama's body starts to cry out. A point when it begins to ache to its core. A point when she feels like she could sleep for a week, and it still wouldn’t be enough. Her back, perpetually hurting. Her knees throbbing. Her hands cracked and rough from spending hours under water each week; cleaning, wiping, washing, sanitizing. Her feet overdue for some attention and care, as she spends each-and-every moment of her time awake, carrying and caring-for others. Her eyes, dry and swollen from always trying to keep one open; protecting her precious babies from the enemy’s relentless prowl.

But there comes a point when a mama's load just becomes too heavy. A point when she is beyond-saturated with life's burdens. A point when she needs someone to gently wring her out and let her take some time to dry, so she can prepare to absorb again.

When a mama says she’s tired, she means it.
And when she finally admits it, believe me,
it's taken everything in her to do just that.
Because a mama is simply used to carrying the load; not asking anyone to take on hers.

When a mama says she's tired, she means it.
She doesn’t need questions.
She doesn’t need comments.

She simply needs someone to show her the grace of Jesus Himself. And to step in to carry her load, even for just a small while.

With the quiet understanding that a few minutes of someone sharing the heaviness she carries, can make an absolute world of difference to her weary body, heart, and soul.

Shared with permission from @gracefully_woven_liz_spenner

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