Here's my take on the #workingmama experience, honoring it in poem format.
I was inspired to write this poem around Mother's Day 2018. From one #workingmama to the next, it's dedicated to all those busy mamas who have full work loads yet full hearts.
Ask me how my day was, I'll tell you it was fine. The truth is that I did a lot in very little time. I woke after my alarm clock rang, so I didn't get a jump-start on my day. I was rushing around so much, I couldn't stop to play.
There were bags to pack, lunches to make and breakfasts to prepare. I was in such a hurry to start my day, I forgot to brush my hair. I dropped off my children at daycare and school so they could learn and grow. Yet part of me wishes that I was in the know Of everything they did throughout the day. But I had to get to work, there were meetings underway. As my mind stayed buzzing with busyness, leaping from one task to another I paused for a moment to remind myself that I am first a mother. I thought about the things in life that truly matter most
Like the sweet hugs, smiles and kisses, and the family dinners that I host. Reflecting on these moments is something many mamas do. We are the ones who hold our families (and the world) together like glue. We are the warriors and the goddesses, the leaders and the teachers that inspire change.
Our skills, passions and interests cover such a breathtaking range. We have more love, courage and inner strength than anyone will ever know. These qualities are so abundant that we can't help to let them flow.
For the tired and the overworked mamas and the mamas who have it tough Know that you are appreciated and valued, and that you do enough.