Our life is so different and complicated.
Sitting in silence, no spoken words for what feels like hours.
Feeling guilt for not doing more and then feeling burnt out when you attempt to do it all.
Watching kids run at the park, not knowing what to say to them when they stare.
Filling the hours each day doing the same few activities she likes/is able to somewhat participate in.
Saying no to many gatherings and meet ups because it simply can’t work for our family.
Always being on high alert for sensory overload. Anticipating wants/needs.
Being so exhausted every single day but getting up the next morning and doing it all over again.
A motherhood journey I never imagined.
The patience, resilience and love I have learned to give over these past (almost) 9 years has hands down made me a better human. This girl of mine, she is my world, my whole heart and then some.
But that doesn’t mean that this life isn’t hard. It’s okay to say that. Not for pity, just my truth. We can have joy AND frustration all wrapped together. We can love fiercely AND wish things were different.
And to all those mamas out there that have ever felt this way, I SEE YOU 🫶