For some reason, I used to believe that once a child was out of the newborn stage, the days of exhaustion would be over.
Boy was I wrong!
I may no longer be up all night due to a hungry newborn
or a toddler that refuses to go to sleep.
No… these days, I sleep just fine
because I am so exhausted from the constant run-around
that occurs day in and day out
as a mother of three active children.
To sit at home for more than an hour stretch
simply be a miracle.
And miracles, if you have forgotten, are rare
which makes them a perfect metaphor to my present reality.
I look back and laugh at my naivety
and long for those days when I could nap as they napped
and watch Peppa Pig, Maisy, or even Yo Gabba Gabba.
I wonder how differently I would treat those moments
if I only knew then
what I know now.
Life doesn’t slow down…
it speeds up
continually racing by
leaving those in it’s path
in a state of exhaustion
and always seeking that moment of respite…
to finally catch a breath
that is seemingly
forever out of reach.