“Tell me something sweet.” She whispered,
As tears roll down her face.
“Whisper to me sweet nothings,
Forget my ugliness and disgraces.”
“Tell me something sweet,
So that maybe I can sleep the night.
My mind is heavy, my heart is aching,
I’m forgetting how to fight.”
“Tell me something sweet.” She sobs,
Combing fingers through her messy hair.
Bags under her eyes, oily skin,
And a weight on her shoulders she can hardly bear.
“Please… tell me something sweet.” She groans,
Her throat sore as her voice breaks.
“I’m trying my best to just be strong,
But this is all so much more than I can take.”
A baby cries in the room behind her,
As she stares at the reflection of the stranger she once knew.
She’s just a shadow of the woman she once was,
After all her body and mind has been through.
“You are so… strong, you’re… beautiful, and… wonderful.”
She whispers when all she really wants is to disappear.
But instead she whispers something sweet to herself,
Because she knows her daughter’s there to hear.
If I’ve wrote it once, I will write it a thousand times: Parenting is hard!
There are so many mommies out there too afraid to admit their struggle, too ashamed to ask for help, wandering in the dark questioning themselves: Is this normal?
There is a lot of joy that comes with being a new parent, but there is also a lot of exhaustion, sadness, and this general feeling of being overwhelmed. As mothers, we overcome… but sometimes that requires a support system.
Reach out, ask for help.
