I dreamed about being a mom one day. I couldn’t wait to snuggle my very own babies, to color for endless hours with my daughter, to run and play cars with my son, and do all the things a good mom does. I imagined putting these adorable outfits on my kids, fixing their hair, and all the other fun things a little girl does when she is playing with her own baby dolls. Motherhood seemed like something I was meant for. I was the little girl who dreamed of a family more than her actual wedding day. I just couldn’t wait for that time to come.

And then it came.

While motherhood has been full of all those amazing moments, it’s also been full of some really not so glamorous ones. It’s been full of tantrums, sleepless nights, endless whining, constant questions, and a whole lot of noise. I knew these things would come too. I was much older than my siblings growing up, I watched kids more than I hung out with my own friends, I wasn’t naïve to this at all. I expected it to be exhausting and trying at times. But sometimes, I just feel overwhelmingly exhausted under the pressures and weight of motherhood.

Some days I just don’t know how I can take another tantrum. I don’t know how I can listen to my child whine one more time. I don’t know if I can deal with breaking up one more sibling battle. I just don’t know if I can survive until my husband walks in the door at the end of the day. Sometimes the pressure just becomes so incredibly hard to carry.

Have you been there, friend?

Have you ever been there in that moment where you just didn’t know how you could do this another day? One of those moments where you just felt like you were carrying the weight of everything around you and it was only a matter of time before it came crashing down burying you beneath the wreckage?

You aren’t alone sweet friend, you aren’t alone.

I’m sure you know this already, but motherhood can be hard. It’s one hundred percent okay to say that. It’s okay to say this is hard. It’s okay to admit you’re exhausted. It is okay to realize that you don’t have it all figured out.  Never once were you asked to know how to do it all. Never once were you required to have it all figured out.

Mama, you don’t have to be perfect. Mama, you don’t have to have it all figured out.

Motherhood constantly goes through seasons. Just when you feel like you have a rhythm going, things change. Just when you feel like you’re starting to get a handle on it all, it changes again. Motherhood is constantly shifting, constantly fluctuating, constantly altering the way we live our lives.

The one who called you to motherhood, He is constant. The one who placed those children in your life, He is constant. The one who called you, in the middle of your imperfection, He is perfect.

Friend, everywhere you lack, He is.

Every question, every failure, every doubt, every moment of feeling inadequate, He is right there. Oh sweet friend, how accessible is that grace to you today? How often do you reach out and embrace your Heavenly Daddy, right there in the middle of your questions and inadequacy?

He’s waiting. Right there. He doesn’t want complicated. He doesn’t want perfect. He just wants you to lean into Him and trust that where you lack, He is. Where your imperfections are exposed, His perfections come to life. When you can’t go on, He will carry you through.