Sometimes, I feel a little alone. I’m having a rough day, and I wonder if other moms are struggling too.
Am I the only mom who sees broken slats on a kitchen chair and remembers the day her teenage threw it across the room in a fit of rage?
Am I the only mom who thinks she’s going to scream hysterically if her eight year old asks, “Why?” one more time?
Am I the only mom who goes to bed feeling guilty because she didn’t find time to check her high schooler’s calculus assignment (again)?
I’ve found that moms of toddlers talk freely about temper tantrums, potty training accidents, and crayon drawings on the walls. As the toddlers become grade schoolers and middle schoolers and teenagers, moms stop talking.
Moms blog about their messy-faced toddlers, but seldom say anything about their teenage boys who need to be reminded to shower more than once a week.
Even the messiest of preschool crafts gets shared on Facebook. Rarely are there pictures of sloppy handwriting pages or math pages with more problems marked wrong than right.
Deep down, I know that I’m not the only person having rough days.
Perhaps you’re having a rough day (or a rough year). Perhaps you feel alone.
I understand. Please know that you are not the only mom that’s struggling.