I am currently treading water during one of the most exhausting times of my life (so far) and when I reached my limit last week, I realized something had to give.
Since passing off the kids wasn’t an option, I considered what else I could shed. And it was there that I found it had nothing to do with what I needed to surrender and everything to do with what I needed to give myself: grace.
In the past 7 years, I have gained and lost 35 pounds FOUR times.
I have carried and nursed four babies for more than 75 months.
I am currently parenting a 5 month, 2, 4 and 6 year-old, while sorting all of that laundry, making meals, potty-training, attending doctor’s appointments, playing taxi for piano, soccer, music class and ballet, exercising, maintaining friendships and working to keep my marriage healthy and strong.
I keep adding more and more and expecting myself to continue keeping on as if nothing has changed.
What was I thinking?
Eventually, something has to give. If not my sanity, then my expectations of myself.
I step outside of this time and look at my life as a whole, recognizing this as one of the most challenging phases.
I pat myself on the back for the monumental accomplishment of growing, birthing and rearing four children.
I congratulate myself for partnering with an involved and fantastic husband and father.
I hug myself as I would a friend enduring a tough time and say,