To the Moms of Preschoolers
It is 5:00am and I have been awake for an hour thinking of you. Thinking of how you have been up feeding babies in the night, only to have your toddler who is potty training wet the bed again, or puke in the night, or they couldn’t find their soother. Then you spend moments agonizing if and why they still have a soother. Today my middle son will turn 10. It has been 8 years since I have been where you are. I must have blinked or just come out of a deep sleep deprived state, most of those beginning years are a blur. We had three kids in 4 years.
I just wanted to write you a note to say that you are doing a good job. What we do changes history and it matters. It matters, somewhere in between the sleep deprivation and the monstrous pile of laundry that never seems to go away (I threw some onesies straight in the trash, and some potty training underwear too!) When we haven’t slept in day, our husbands have been at work for days, we can sometimes lose sight of who we are. These moments can be filled with dark thoughts. “No one told me it would be like this. I’m so glad I have a degree, it comes in handy sweeping up the cheerios!” Those weak moments where we would give anything to live in the same town as family so someone else could cook for you, or volunteer to take your small army so that you could nap or run errands without feeling like you are on the brink of losing your sanity. One time when I was running errands with the kids the middle one had to go #2. No bathroom anywhere in sight. I rolled down a chip bag, thank God he had good aim! That is just how we roll.
We are strong, smart and very loving women who need each other. Don’t be afraid to say you are having a tough day, night, week, month or even a year (I hear the friends theme song…).