I wish I didn’t have to write this one. I wish I could say that by this point, 13mths into motherhood, these days had stopped. That it was all sunshine and roses and poop [let’s face it, poop is here to stay!]
But I am painfully and uncomfortably honest. The days where you wonder what the hey you are doing, when you feel listless, lost, useless… When it kind of feels like you’re out of your depth in every aspect of your life. And when you look at your amazing little girl and feel that level of disconnect that confuses and scares you because you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she is yours in every way and forever.
Those days still happen. And it’s still shit.
But. Yes, there is a but! By now, the days are few and far between. They are not the majority of your life. And you are much better at handling them. You know in some part of your mind and heart what they are and you keep reminding yourself that ‘this, too, shall pass.’
And it will, I promise. So, take heart, be strong, and be kind to you. You are doing wonderfully as a mum. You are contributing just as much to your family as the parent who works a paid job. You and he are both equally important and valuable and intrinsic to the beautiful family you are.
You are loved.