The Invisible Load of Mothers
If only I could do this all day. I’ve been thinking a lot about the invisible load of mothers - the doctor appointment scheduling, the gift buying, the sleep training, the class registration, the packing bags for mornings out.
When we were traveling, I wish I’d counted the people who came up daily to applaud Dan for his involvement with the kids - one guy brought him a drink! Dan is a wonderful father and deserves all the drinks but no one came up to me to tell me I was doing a great job as I nursed my then ten week old and consoled my almost three year old. I get it - Dan looked pretty impressive playing with Bodie in the pool but in the quiet of the morning, no one saw what came before as I spun around the hotel room making sure kids were adequately covered from the sun and supplies were packed in case of poop, hunger, sickness or boredom📝 None of this is to say I don’t feel incredibly lucky for a true partner in parenting - it is to say, that the role of the mother is assumed - dare I say, often taken for granted. It’s on us to give each other the cheering. To tell each other we see each other - that even if what we do is behind closed doors it’s not invisible.
[Head over to Instagram to] Tag and leave a comment for a friend who deserves to be seen today for all she does. It’s not a drink but it’s something.
Do you relate? Tell us and please do take a minute to cheer for another mother this week. She would probably like to hear it. xo