To the Moms Who Feel Worn Thin: There Is Glory in This Work
Before I had children, I truly believed I was a good person—patient, kind, composed. Life felt easy. But motherhood has a way of exposing every hidden flaw we thought we had already conquered—or didn’t know we had. But once I became a mother, the truth began to rise to the surface—My temper flared, my limits were tested daily, and I often felt like I was failing to hold it all together.
I remember thinking, How do I manage my own emotions while helping so many little people navigate theirs? It was overwhelming. And because I hadn’t planned for motherhood, when it arrived, I resisted the changes. I mourned the dreams I thought I had to give up—my career ambitions, creative passions, freedom. I felt like I had surrendered everything that made me me. It seemed like the chaos was pulling me apart, piece by piece.
But God had other plans. Slowly, painfully, beautifully, I began to see that motherhood wasn’t the end of who I was—it was a refining fire revealing who I truly am. My kids and husband became like sandpaper for my soul—gritty, uncomfortable, but used by God to smooth out my rough edges. They weren’t bringing out the worst in me; they were helping me confront it, transform it, and become more whole.
There were so many days I felt suffocated by the messes, the fatigue, the endless needs. I thought my creativity had been drowned in milk-stained t-shirts… buried under piles of laundry and scattered toys. But one day, in the middle of it all, my wise husband said something that shifted everything:
“You are still creative. You may not be creating the same things the way you used to, but I watch you create joy and wonder in our kids’ lives every day. You chase ‘sugar bugs’ out of their mouths to get them to brush their teeth. You turn getting dressed into an adventure. You make art with them, laugh with them, and turn the ordinary into something magical.”
He was right. I hadn’t lost myself—I was discovering a better version of myself. The creativity I once poured into work and art was now flowing through bedtime stories, silly games, and heartfelt conversations. The strength I used to chase goals now anchors a home full of little hearts learning what love looks like.
Motherhood is not a detour or a dead end—it’s a divine calling—a high honor.It’s sanctifying and sacred. It asks for everything we have, and then reveals that we have more to give than we ever knew. It’s not about perfection—it’s about becoming. And in that becoming, there is purpose. There is honor. There is unexpected joy.
So to the moms who feel unseen, overwhelmed, or worn down: You are not alone. Let God use even the hardest days to refine your soul. What you are doing matters deeply. And who you are becoming is nothing short of breathtaking.
You are the poem being written between diapers and dishes—it’s all worth it!
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