I know so many working moms out there busting it to provide for their kids. I just want you ALL to know that we see you. Here’s a little poem for you:
Dear working mom,
I see you. Getting up at 4am to feed your baby, pump some milk, shower, and get ready for your work day.
I see you. Mixing formula for your child, and feeling the judgement of others.
I see you. The pain in your eyes as you hand your child off so you can go make a living for your family.
I see you. Chugging that cup of coffee, praying you’ll have the energy to make it through another day.
I see you. Feeling guilty that someone else is with your baby, and not you.
I see you. Feeling guilty that you don’t feel guilty for wanting a career.
I see you. Laughing a picture the babysitter sent.
I see you. Proudly showing off your child to your co-workers.
I see you. The bags under your eyes darken as the day progresses.
I see you. Packing up to get the kids to dance, or gymnastics, or karate.
I see you. Rushing to get dinner done once you’re home.
I see you. Chasing toddlers, and holding babies, and washing little faces and hands.
I see you. Sitting down for the first time today, only to be called back up 10 times, and eventually return to a cold plate of food.
I see you. Doing bath time, homework, reading stories and giving good-night kisses.
I see you. Gathering dishes and laundry and picking up toys.
I see you. Falling into bed at night, wondering where the day went.
I see you. You’re tired. You’re spent.
I see you. You are rocking it, girl. You are showing those kids what hard work is all about.
I see you. And you know what? They see you, too.
God bless you all. You are so loved.