The truth is, no matter how old my children are, no matter how independent the big ones get, no matter how "put together" I may appear, I humbly share that I am not always managing this very well all on my own. Please know I still need you.
The demands being made in the #yearofthemother posts aren't just demands for society to support mothers, but to support families through policies that will target gender inequality and help all parents thrive.
The thing is, when I look at them with their smooth cheeks and bright eyes, I see their soft hearts and tender innocence. The thought of them being wounded or broken or hurt feels like a knife in my heart that I just couldn't take. It's too much.
Potty training has taught me a huge lesson on patience. Patience to be present, to pay attention to what is right in front of me. To be encouraging, to not rush the process, to not place expectations on timing or play the comparison game we often play as mothers.
Researchers found that having a second child puts a lot of pressure on parents' time and their mental health, and mothers bear the brunt of the burden.
