A Mother’s boat can feel like a very lovely place indeed. It is heart warming to envision collectively gathering our experiences on our individual boats both while at dock or at sea. Thank you for bringing goodness!
Reading this brings back memories of a time I still vividly recall. I jokingly say that I suffered from PTSD with homeschooling and everything else mothers has to do during these times, including birthing new ideas and humans. You are not alone and through you many other mothers, myself included may tap into the community of healing we all desperately need.
I commiserate with you. I go through phases of feeling not enough. Not enough for myself, for my husband. For my children. I want to be the me I am called by God to be, but have to peel back the layers to find her. And love her. I want to be the partner who supports and loves lavishly. I want to be the mother that each of my children needs. And in more instances than I’d like, I don’t fill any of those buckets, especially not my own, and I feel “not enough”. Thank you for creating a safe place to to print these words.
Where Do You Feel Safely Seen?
A Mother’s boat can feel like a very lovely place indeed. It is heart warming to envision collectively gathering our experiences on our individual boats both while at dock or at sea. Thank you for bringing goodness!
Reading this brings back memories of a time I still vividly recall. I jokingly say that I suffered from PTSD with homeschooling and everything else mothers has to do during these times, including birthing new ideas and humans. You are not alone and through you many other mothers, myself included may tap into the community of healing we all desperately need.
Talking to God is mental health. Our children are God’s children; there are no grandchildren of God.
Dear God, these are your children, please help me raise them and help me enjoy raising them. Amen
Thank you for sharing your brilliant mind.💕❤️
I commiserate with you. I go through phases of feeling not enough. Not enough for myself, for my husband. For my children. I want to be the me I am called by God to be, but have to peel back the layers to find her. And love her. I want to be the partner who supports and loves lavishly. I want to be the mother that each of my children needs. And in more instances than I’d like, I don’t fill any of those buckets, especially not my own, and I feel “not enough”. Thank you for creating a safe place to to print these words.
Thanks for sharing. Thanks for your courage. Thanks for creating a place where the feelings of mothers can be validated. ❤️❤️