This is for the mama who is aimlessly scrolling social media at 3 a.m. trying to stay awake as you nurse your baby back to sleep. 

This is for the mama who is crying for no reason other than pure exhaustion

This is for the mama crawling back into the bed for the fifth time tonight, who is counting how many hours of sleep she has had or hasn’t had. 

This is for the mama who co-sleeps yet doesn’t actually get any sleep. 

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This is for the mama who is expected to head off to work or manage her household from home, who wants more than anything to get a few more hours of sleep. 

This is for the mama who has become bitter. 

The mama whose exhaustion has turned to depression

The mama whose overwhelm has turned to anger.

I see you. I am you. 

These moments of exhaustion are fleeting mama. 

They will go by so fast. 

They will soon no longer wake in the night. They will soon no longer need to be held or rocked to sleep.  

Through the exhaustion, cherish these moments of intense need and hold them tight.  

You won’t remember these long nights. 

You won’t remember rocking in a dark room and crying as they cry. 

You will remember the cuddles, the hot breath on your neck, the rise and fall of their little chest as they fall asleep. 

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Don’t linger in the tough mama. 

Focus on the memories and hold on tight. 

Until then, I’m here. 

I’m here to listen, to pray, to understand, to never judge, and to just be. 

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Beth Bacon

My name is Beth Bacon. I have been married for 11 years and am the mom to six wonderful children. We grew our family by adoption and by having three biologically. My passions are homeschooling my children, writing, and gardening. Without my love and faith for our LORD, I would not be where I am today.

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