Let Them In

Do you have those moments, those days, those weeks where you are stuck inside yourself?

Let them in.

I don’t mean this on a narcissistic note as if you find yourself to be some hotty but rather the “woe me wagon”, the “pity party” note. When your mind becomes a tornado of only your personal emotions. You can’t seem to focus on day to day activities as well. When your world seems to revolve around the self proclaimed thought that your situation, your life, doesn’t compare to another. You tend to be more forgetful at these times. You don’t seem to notice the good as often, are less productive, less forgiving with yourself, and you bounce from short tempered with loved ones to pissed at the world and everyone around you.

We all go there.

Some of us have moments in that space, some of us stay stuck for longer. Some have life circumstances that truly warrant large lengths of time in this space in order to feel like themselves again. Unfortunately, I know some that are unaware that they live everyday in this space. It has become a part of them. That saddens me.

I've been working on vocalizing when I'm having a "tough day" especially with my older two or explaining…"mom's just a little worried about something so I'm grouchy". Apologizing for being short or for not being quite myself with the hope that I don't make them scared but instead offer up the fact that we all have tough days…that they know it's ok to have those days too.

We recognize it. We take the time. We help each other….

Now watch mom move on.

There's been more hugs this week. There's been more back and forth journal writing to each other at night. There’s been more moments with everyone on my same couch cushion. Sure- there's been the normal mom yelling🙃and normal misbehavior and ridiculous moments but there's a different level of sensitivity that has popped up.

I was self consumed this past week. I needed to find time to process something and throw that pity party. While our children may not always be old enough to understand what worries us, I feel it's important that they know when we’re a little off. Yes- for their own personal growth reasons but I'm also discovering that those little perfect monsters (of ALL ages) can actually...help us too.

Just as we held them on day 1, they can hold us together on day 74,582.

Moms of all ages - don't forget it.

Let them in.

My terror of a third child. My attention seeking, hair cutting, wall coloring, floor pooping little gremlin is very in tune to emotions. Did he understand the quick convos about mommy feeling grouchy? At 2? Ugh- I'm not sure… but the recent hugs I have received for no apparent reason or the "I yuv you"s or the "I snugga you"s is what I needed.

In this crazy world we are ALL fighting something. Take your "poor me" time then open your eyes to the fact that literally EVERY.SINGLE.PERSON is struggling with something. You and your situation really aren't that special🙃Fall on others to get yourself there.

Cry. Get up. Move.

Let them in and allow those little moments to turn you. Thank you boys❤️

-XOhBoys