Dear moms of little ones

When Your Love for Your Kids Seems Too Heavy to Carry

Hi there, Mom of Little Ones.

You may not know me, but I know you. I’ve walked in your shoes—slowly, so my toddler’s legs could keep up. I’ve worn your baby carrier, feeling the weight of my growing child cutting into my hips and shoulders. I’ve driven your car, loaded with clunky car seats, diaper bags, sippy cups and strewn Cheerios. I’ve slept in your bed, waking multiple times a night to nurse, soothe, chase away bad dreams, or to simply confirm my motherly presence in the world.

I’ve been there, in the heaven and hell of your love.

That love—Oh Lord, that love. It’s too much sometimes, isn’t it? That love and the worry, frustration, and exhaustion it drags along with it. That love is loaded, Mama. It’s delightful and life-affirming and blessed and holy. It’s heavy and all-consuming and awesome and frightening.

A mother’s love is not easy, not in the beginning, not in the middle, not ever. It’s a treasure chest loaded with riches and gems, valuable beyond measure. But it’s not light, and it’s not easy. You can’t have that love without the weight. The two are inseparable.

But these years will make you so strong. And that strength will help you carry that love across landscapes you can’t possibly anticipate. A mother’s love is vast and heavy, but trust me when I tell you you will hoist it over your shoulders and carry it over mountains. You will swim through turbulent seas with it chained to your heart. It will pull and push you places you didn’t even know existed. Breathtaking, magical, terrifying places.

These years are preparing you, conditioning you, building your strength and endurance to carry that love through anything, always.

I know it’s hard sometimes. Maybe a lot of the time. I also know it’s indescribably beautiful a lot of the time. Believe me when I tell you that all of motherhood will be that way. Up and down. Joy and despair. Smooth sailing and raging storms. And always—always—carrying that love. That heavy, exquisite vessel filled with beauty and joy and hope and trembling.

It doesn’t get lighter, but you’ll get stronger, I promise.

Don’t yearn for another season. Don’t imagine that there will be a time when this love doesn’t challenge you. I won’t tell you to enjoy every moment, but I want you to know that when these days or weeks feel heavy—that’s love conditioning you to keep carrying it. It’s hard. So very hard. But your strength and capacity are greater than you know. Motherhood will show you that eventually, if it hasn’t already. The hard is a blessing.

And the joy—thank God for the joy. Joy is the best parenting tool if you use it right. Hold each joyful moment until it soaks into your soul. You won’t find it in every moment of motherhood, but focus fully on the ones that you do. Those moments are the straps and pulleys and levers and wheels that will make carrying that love so much easier.

And each other—Oh, Mama, please find other mothers who know about carrying that love, too. Talk with one another about the way it feels, about the beautiful things inside it, about the burden of carrying it. It’s okay to acknowledge the beauty and the difficulty in equal measure. It’s not supposed to be easy. But we can help one another by sharing joy, reminding one another of our strength, and saying, “Yes, Sister. I know. It’s hard.

On days when our own love slides effortlessly down a slope, we can offer some of our strength to a mom who is struggling to push hers up a mountainside. We need each other, Mama. All of us.

I have so many big feelings when I think about my days in your shoes. Those little ones are so pure, their future so unlimited, that love so full of wonder and worry. I remember feeling sometimes like it was too heavy for me to handle. I still feel it sometimes, almost eighteen years later. But that love and I have been through a lot together. It has made me stronger.

And it will make you strong, too. Promise.

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Annie writes about motherhood and other hilariously beautiful things. On good days, she enjoys juggling life with her husband and three children. On bad days, she binges on chocolate chips and dreams of traveling the world alone.

Comments 2

  1. vicki spaulding

    Thank you so much for this. The words so needed! God’s timing so perfect! I am the mother of 10 amazing kids. 18 – 2. If not for the love……….
    Thank you!

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