Dear Mama Sitting In Front of Me,
I know it took every ounce of willpower for you to get out of bed this morning.
I know how much your jaw hurt when you tried to smile at your kids because you spent another restless night grinding away your worry.
I know about the resentment you feel when your husband announces he’s going to disappear for 6 hours on a Saturday to hang out with the guys and relieve stress.
I know about the never-ending to do list that you mentally track. How every time you check a box you feel a twinge of hope you’re getting closer to a chance to rest.
I see the toll carrying such a heavy load is taking on your body and spirit.
I see the pain pounding away at your happiness and a cloud covering your heart.
I understand that it seems impossible to take time for yourself.
It breaks my heart to hear you don’t have the time to do what you need to do.
It maddens me to hear it’s up to your husband to decide if you’re worthy of feeling better.
It saddens me that your kids will not get a chance to know who you are without pain.
I want to to tell you all these things, but I see you.
I see you holding back the tears because you already know.
You already know you need help.
You already know you deserve a better life.
You already know your kids deserve the best you.
You already know you should be making your own decision.
You already know you shouldn’t need to expend precious energy to convince him.
You already know you don’t need to ask permission to do what’s best for you.
If only you could see what I see.