If she tells you she wishes her car got better gas mileage, that doesn't mean she wishes she'd never learned to drive.
If she tells you she didn't like the middle of the book, that doesn't mean it wasn't worth reading.
If she tells you she doesn't love her job, that doesn't mean she won't come back tomorrow.
If she tells you she needs a few hours by herself, that doesn't mean she's not committed to her family.
If she tells you today was hard, that doesn't mean there was nothing to smile about.
If she tells you she's tired, it doesn't mean she'll never find rest.
If she tells you this is harder than she thought, it doesn't mean she's done.
If she tells you she doesn't love the tasks, that doesn't mean she doesn't love the role.
Sometimes it just means what it means.
So, if we are honest with ourselves, there are things we might say, if only we could be sure they would land safely apart from the thoughts that surround them. The thoughts inside a woman's head are one tangled mass of cooked spaghetti. The noodles wrap all around one another, and it's tricky to pull one long strand from the bowl without getting lumps of marinara on the placemat. Everything connects to something else. It's hard to set boundaries, boxes, or even perforated lines around the things we think and feel, because we don't usually think and feel in a linear, organized fashion.
I don't love doing laundry; I will, however, make sure my children have clean clothes to wear.
I'm not always good at forgiving myself; I can easily share grace to others.
I'm utterly exhausted; I do not wish someone else had rocked my sick baby during the night.
I don't love the tasks of motherhood; I dearly love being a mom.
I need a break; this doesn't mean I want out.
Those get tangled and messy, and when a woman says, "This is harder than I thought," she follows it up, with her hand on your arm, saying, "I love my children. I do. I love my children. I do. I love them. Know that I do."
Because saying that we don't love serving someone else every minute of everyday is dangerously close to saying we don't love them every millisecond in between.
And we do. Know that we do.
It just gets messy sometimes. The laundry, the dishes, the tasks, the spaghetti, and the thoughts.
I think we could all breathe a little easier if we just let ourselves say it sometimes.
It's harder than I thought it would be.
(But I love them. I do.)
As a mom who rocked a little one early, early and never made it back to sleep this morning, thank you for this.
I think we need to let other people say it, too, without rushing to "fix it." "This is harder than I thought" when it comes to children is sometimes quickly covered over with, "Enjoy every moment! They grow up too fast!," when the speaker might really mean, "I miss when my kids were that age."
Listening more, more content.
Words are hard sometimes, and I think we need to give ourselves and each other not to say them perfectly <3.
That opening sentence, with the rose petal, is a poem, all by itself! What a powerful statement!
Yep, sometimes you need to just BE. (Was it John Belushi, in the role of Freud, who said, "Sometimes a banana is just a banana." Ergo, sometimes our thoughts are just our thoughts. Nothing else needs to be read into them.
Perfectly said Tricia! Thank you for this