Motherhood is beautiful, but if Iβm being honest, it can also feel unbearably heavy. Lately, Iβve found myself in one of those seasons where showing up the way I want to feels impossible.
Recently, I shared a paid Instagram postβsomething that shouldβve felt like an accomplishment. But when the engagement was low, instead of celebrating, I felt defeated. I started questioning my work, my effort, even my worth. On top of that, I had a financial savings goal Iβd been building toward. For a moment, it felt like I was finally making progress. But then the money was spent unknowingly, and just like that, I was back at square one.
Itβs moments like these that hit harder than they should. Because itβs not just about social media or moneyβitβs about the hope we attach to progress. Every time I think Iβm moving forward, one setback has me feeling like Iβm starting all over again. And maybe youβve been there too.
As moms, we carry so muchβour kidsβ needs, our familyβs future, and our own unspoken dreams. And yet, when life throws curveballs, itβs easy to feel like weβre failing at it all. Iβm naturally reserved, so I donβt always know who to turn to when Iβm overwhelmed. I long to be heard without being dismissed, to be reminded that my feelings matter, even when they donβt have a tidy solution.
At the same time, I know my children deserve a mother who is present, not distracted by setbacks. They need my love and my laughter more than they need me to have everything figured out. And while I want to protect them from my stress, I canβt ignore the weight I carry.
If youβre reading this and nodding along, please know youβre not alone. So many of us wrestle with these invisible battlesβfinancial worries, career doubts, the pressure to keep it all together. We might not always talk about it, but it doesnβt make the struggle any less real.
Hereβs what Iβm holding onto right now:
- A setback doesnβt erase the progress Iβve made.
- My worth is not tied to numbersβwhether in a bank account or on social media.
- Being present, even in imperfection, is enough for my kids.
I donβt have all the answers, and maybe you donβt either. But sometimes, naming the struggle is the first step toward loosening its grip.
So if youβre in a hard season, I see you. Youβre not a failure for feeling the weight. Youβre a mom doing her best in the middle of it allβand that matters more than you know.
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