I'm tired. It's spring. New life makes me feel like death. I'm tired. My 15 month old still does not sleep. "Just let her cry" they say. No. No I won't, and that's ok. I can still be annoyed and I can still hope she somehow figures out how to sleep. Until then I will continue to feel silly as I lift my exhaustion up in prayer while other people have real problems. I am so tired. I need a vacation but I don't want to miss anything. I want a vacation but I don't want to have to trust anyone else because that in and of itself, is exhausting. I need to rest. But I can't. I can not rest. How can something requiring you to be so soft and nurturing, be so hard? That's motherhood. Soft and Hard. Dying to self while nurturing growth. Navigating loneliness while surrounded by people. It's black, white and gray. There is ample room to find your fit as a mother, but the fit is snug. Once you find it, you know that is w
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