Today, I whispered a prayer into the stillness of the morning, the only quiet moment I could find before the chaos of the day began. I prayed for strength, for grace, and for better days ahead. Being a mom is the most beautiful and yet the most challenging thing I’ve ever done. Right now, it feels heavy—so heavy.
My mental health has been on my mind a lot lately. I’m learning to acknowledge that it’s okay to not feel okay all the time. It doesn’t make me less of a mom; it makes me human. I’m juggling so much—trying to meet the demands of motherhood, nurturing my own well-being, and finding the patience my son deserves. Some days, it feels like I’m running on fumes, but I remind myself: this is just a season.
I’ve been working on patience. Oh, how I pray for patience. When my son’s little hands spill the milk, when he refuses to eat the food I just cooked, when his energy seems endless and mine is all but gone—it’s hard. But I know that in these moments, he’s not trying to test me; he’s just being a child. He’s learning, just as I am.
I remind myself to breathe, to pause before reacting, to look into his innocent eyes and remember that these are the moments I’ll miss one day. I know I won’t get this time back, and that thought brings a bittersweet ache to my heart. I want to be the mom he can count on, the mom he feels safe with—even when the world feels overwhelming.
I’m learning that it’s okay to take small steps. Some days, the victory is simply getting through the day. Other days, it’s finding a moment to laugh together or watching him learn something new. And every day, I remind myself that it’s okay to ask for help—whether that’s leaning on my partner, talking to a friend, or seeking guidance through prayer.
I know the days are hard right now, but I also know they won’t stay this way. There’s a light ahead; I feel it even in my weary moments. I’m holding on to hope, holding on to faith, and trusting that better days are coming.
To the mom who might be reading this, if you’re struggling too, know you’re not alone. We’re in this together, doing our best with what we have. And even on the hard days, our love for our children shines brighter than anything else.
So today, I prayed not just for myself but for you too—for every mom out there who’s carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. I prayed for your strength, your peace, and your patience. And I prayed for better days for all of us.
Because we deserve them, and so do our children. And I truly believe they’re on their way.
With love,
A Mom Who Understands
From Chaos to Cozy 