I cried because my three-year-old refuses to listen to me.
I cried because my son ripped the waterproof cover off of his mattress.
I cried because my daughter misses her dad when he’s at work.
I cried because my two-year-old keeps playing with water when my back is turned and I’m tired of cleaning up spills.
I cried because my coffee pot broke.
I cried because my house is a disaster and always will be.
I cried for a friend who’s husband is traveling on business and she is alone with her children.
I cried for a friend who’s mother is sick and she is trying to keep it all together.
I cried for a friend who’s been trying for years to have children and has been unable to do so.
I cried because I feel like a failure and I don’t know how to move forward.
I cried because motherhood is hard and it always will be.
I cried because at times I feel trapped.
I cried for all the moms who are in the trenches and just want to feel like they’re doing something right.
I cried for all the moms who’s kids refuse to eat at meal time.
I cried for all the moms who’s children wake up at all hours of the night, inhibiting their ability to get a full night’s rest.
I cried for all the moms who don’t understand their children.
I cried for all the moms who want to connect with their kids but don’t know how.
I cried because I don’t remember the last time I got a full night’s rest.
I cried because I’m so tired and I cried for all the other mothers who are tired.
I cried for all the expectant mothers who don’t know how hard this job is because they haven’t experienced it.
I cried because this job will never be easy.
I cried for you.
I cried because sometimes you have to let the tears out so that, when you wipe them away, you’re given a new sense of calm and clarity.