A Gift for Mom! 🤍

What it looks like she did . . . absolutely nothing or the bare minimum at best. Sure, she did make the bed and that’s visible and there are only a few dishes in the sink, but other than that, the naked eye would assume she didn’t do much today. You see, she’s a stay at home mom. Her kids are eight and nine now. She’s thought about returning to nursing since they are a bit older and more self-sufficient, but a global pandemic and God have let her know it’s not time yet. Also, as time goes on, she sees their needs are not necessarily less than when they were toddlers their needs have just shifted. 

She doesn’t have sippy cups and diapers; now she has dance bags and baseball bats, water bottles, and sometimes a carpooling friend. They don’t need her to recite the alphabet and read them short stories. Now they need her to sort out a sibling fight or talk about how to deal with jealousy in friendships. She’s not teaching them to use the bathroom but teaching them to clean it.  

Her mind is also on overdrive with all the things she does that you just can’t see.

Schedules and responsibilities are constant. Every day is not the same, but every day is full. Full of mental tasks that many times take precedence over the physical chores associated with what stay-at-home moms do.

RELATED: Why I Still Stay Home

Yes, she cleans her home. She will also live the week out of a laundry basket because the clothes never got put away. Why? Because . . . 

  • Tonight’s dinner
  • Who has practice
  • Who has therapy (yes, therapy)
  • What groceries are needed?
  • Getting said groceries
  • Is there a play date scheduled? Because gosh, they need some social time after all this year has been. 
  • Planning for schoolhowever that isthey still need supplies and a sense of structure right? 
  • School paperwork
  • Squeezing in that call to mom, sister, or friend
  • Oh, yeah, she writes . . . that, too
  • Drop-offs and pick-ups
  • Dentist
  • Physicals
  • Eye doctor
  • Who grew out of what? New shoes here we come.
  • Activities
  • Self-care (maybe)
  • Making mealsall the meals and all the snacks
  • Need gas?
  • Making sure those small humans are being raised more than they are just being watched.
  • Picking up the housebecause she still tries.

Plan, execute. Plan, execute. Plan, execute. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat

(But also be flexible enough if the plan gets sidetracked.) 

RELATED: I’m a Mom Who’s Running On Empty

The bottom line is that every day, A LOT GETS DONE, even if you can’t see it. If the house is a hot mess, just assume more was done because on most days that’s the case. Whether she’s running kids to activities or running errands to fill the pantry A LOT GETS DONE. Even if she didn’t leave the house and it still appears to be a mess, know that her mind was likely messier with all the mental tasks and the mental load not meant for one person to handle . . . yet, she still does. 

She is me!

She is you!

She is her!

She is A SUPERWOMAN!

So God Made a Grandmother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

Order Now!

Tia Hawkins

Tia is a Writer/Brand Owner, Registered Nurse, Military Spouse, Mom and Spiritual Christian who currently resides in Virginia Beach, VA. Tia is an avid wisdom seeker and sharer. She has a love for tea, shopping, helping others heal as well as continuing pursuit of her own healing journey. Her unique perspective writing focuses on a wide variety of topics including mental health, motherhood, grief and relatable life topics. You can join the “Tea Talk” community and Tia at www.teatalkswithtia.com on the web or find her passionately sharing and seeking on her @teatalkswithtia social media accounts.

These Moms on the Sidelines Became My People

In: Motherhood
Moms with arms around each other watching baseball

Spending hours on end on a ballfield on Mother’s Day may not sound ideal to most, but the ones who get it know that it’s about so much more than watching young kids play ball. It’s about the instant bonds you make with families who end up becoming like your own family. It’s being surrounded by people who cheer for your kid louder than you do yourself. It’s about being lucky enough to have a pack of moms who will care for your child in your absence and send you pics and videos of what you are missing when you...

Keep Reading

I Wanted Experts to Fix My Child with ADHD. Instead, They Changed Me.

In: Motherhood
Little boy sitting at table talking to adult

I thought the experts were going to fix my child. I didn’t say that out loud. But it was there…quiet, desperate, sitting underneath every question I asked. If I just found the right strategy… If I just understood ADHD well enough… If I just listened hard enough… Maybe the meltdowns would stop. Maybe the chaos would settle. Maybe I would finally feel like I knew what I was doing. So I started asking questions. Over the past year, I’ve had the opportunity to interview ADHD experts (clinicians, researchers, specialists) through my podcast. And I showed up to every conversation like...

Keep Reading

Parenting a Child with a Disability Is Holy Ground

In: Motherhood
Child hugging mother

Some moments in motherhood stay with you. First steps. Preschool graduation. A first dance recital. And then there are harder times. The ones that do not make it into photo albums. The moments when the world feels too big and your child feels painfully misunderstood. When you are parenting a child with a disability, those moments tend to find you more often. This day should have felt like a win. My son had just met a goal in therapy. We walked out of his OT’s office smiling, carrying a page full of lopsided circles that had never looked more perfect...

Keep Reading

I Came Home With a Baby—and Lost Myself

In: Motherhood
Mother holding baby looking sad

I don’t think people truly believe me when I say I came back from the depths of hell after having my son. Birth is often portrayed as pure bliss. The moment a mother holds her baby and instantly falls in love. Life quickly returns to normal. Even in real life, new moms can look like they’ve settled into motherhood with ease. But what no one talks about is the ugly, incredibly hard side of it. Not every mom experiences postpartum depression, anxiety, or OCD. For some, it really is bliss. But for many of us, it becomes a fight for...

Keep Reading

He Doesn’t Always Need Me Anymore and I’m Not Sure How To Feel About It

In: Motherhood
Little boy playing with toys on the floor alone

There is a moment nobody warns you about. Not the sleepless nights. Not the feeding schedules. Not the endless cycle of laundry and worry that comes with keeping a tiny human alive. Those parts everyone mentions. The part nobody mentions is the moment you realize your child has started becoming his own person. And you are standing there watching it happen, equal parts proud and completely unprepared. My son is two years old. And lately he has been leaving the room. Not in a concerning way. In a he has somewhere to be kind of way. He will be in...

Keep Reading

We Keep Calling Her Confident, But She Doesn’t Trust Herself

In: Motherhood
Smiling young woman

I remember the exact moment it hit me. I was talking to a young girl, the kind everyone praises. She was polite, well spoken, respectful. The kind of girl people point to and say, “She’s so confident.” So I asked her a question I knew would reveal more than her smile ever could: “What do you do when something doesn’t feel right?” She froze. Not in a dramatic way, but in a quiet, almost invisible way. She looked down, shifted her weight, then looked back up at me, searching my face like the answer might be written there. Because she...

Keep Reading

I Knew Something Was Wrong, But No One Listened—And It Almost Cost Me My Daughter

In: Motherhood
Woman holding baby's head in hands

After the traumatic birth of my daughter, I searched for others who had experienced vasa previa, but most of what I found were support groups for stillbirth. It’s easy to understand why; vasa previa is one of the most preventable causes of stillbirth, and yet most people, including most pregnant women, have never heard of it. My daughter is almost three years old, and I still carry a complicated guilt about that: why did we get to be the lucky ones? I want to share my story—not to frighten you, but because awareness is the only thing that saves lives...

Keep Reading

I Finally Admitted I Didn’t Want To Be a SAHM Anymore

In: Motherhood
Mother and child silhouette

For most of my life, I believed becoming a stay-at-home mom wasn’t just a choice, it was the ultimate goal. The kind of life a “good” woman was meant to want. The kind of life that meant you were doing things right. I grew up surrounded by that message. In conservative spaces, in church circles, in subtle conversations about what a “real” mother looked like. Women who stayed home were praised. Women who didn’t were quietly questioned. I learned, without ever being directly told, that a mother’s highest purpose was to center her entire world around her children and her...

Keep Reading

I’m Not Really Sure How To Do This Teenager Thing

In: Motherhood, Teen
Teenager on phone

I was not prepared to be a mother of teenagers. Sure, I was warned by other parents about the difficult journey I was about to embark on, but I did not expect it to be this challenging. I remember these two sweet, innocent children who wanted to be with me all the time. Now they barely give me the time of day. How did we get here? Like many parents, we long to have that child who once, a long time ago, called us Mommy and Daddy and begged us to read them another story. Where are those kids I...

Keep Reading

Why Don’t We Talk About Jonah’s Mother?

In: Faith, Living, Motherhood
Woman standing over water

Praying for My Son Send a storm to stop him; Let his friends throw him out. May he drop to the deeps, But gently, please, Stubborn though he may be. If it could only take three days, How my mother’s heart would Rejoice in praise.  From the hell you allow him, Let him cry to you. Is not Nineveh and mercy Exactly what he knows He needs— A mercy on enemies He fears You will concede? Please let all the shade wither If his is an angry soul; Humble him and help him follow Where you would have his purpose...

Keep Reading