The Mental Energy of Motherhood

The mental energy that it takes to be a mother is next level. All of the remembering. All of the planning. All of the dreaming. All of the scheming. All of the worrying. All of the holding. All of the believing.

By the end of each day, I’m done. Exhausted. Worn. Tired. Mentally bankrupt. And then I begin to start thinking about the next day. Sometimes all I want to do is dump all of the to-dos on someone else. Can you handle the laundry? Can you handle the email from the teacher? Can you have that conversation with them about sibling kindness? Can you order the groceries? Can you teach them about the importance of our household and our love? Can you make the doctor's appointments?

I’ve never met a mother who wasn’t stretched thin. A mother whose capacity wasn’t exhausted because of her status as a woman and mother. And then add different intersections into that mix and the exhaustion greatly intensifies.