One of my sweet boys is struggling. I am particularly protective over this child. He has the same ability I do to plaster a smile on his face and plow through the day. Once he steps off the bus the facade falls and all his insecurities come rushing out. I am working with the school to remedy the situation, but the careful discussion and calculated words spoken at our meetings have left me bruised and lonely. I desperately need to hear the words that I’m making the right choices. That I’m correct in what I’m thinking. I need your experience as both a teacher and a mother. I still need you.
I’m fostering a litter of high needs kittens. They are battling a congenital issue that makes it hard for them to keep food down and absorb nutrients. One of them has to be held upright for 20 minutes after every feeding. Despite all my effort and research they still aren’t thriving and I feel like we are constantly teetering on the edge. I so badly want them to make it. I need your rescuers intuition. I still need you.
The twins must be in the midst of a developmental leap. They aren’t sleeping well and are frustrated by the tiniest things. Rhodes has taken to bursting into tears while clenching his fists and screaming at the top of his voice. Laurel has discovered stomping off and slamming doors. My nerves are frayed and I completely lost my cool yesterday. I feel so inadequate. How do I mother these five little hearts when my own still hasn’t completely recovered? I need your words of encouragement. I need to hear stories about how I frustrated you at their age. I need to hear that I’m a good mom even if I yell sometimes. I still need you.
You left us too soon, mama. I wasn’t ready. I’m still not. I still need you.
