This is for the mothers carrying the load.
The bag with all the things. But more, the list of tasks and things to remember. The way being the center of their world in these early years weighs.
As much as we cherish our privilege to be carrying the weight, we can acknowledge that it’s heavy.
There is no solving this, much to the dismay of my partner. The all-in dad. The load is not the product of a lack of support.
The load is not the product of a lack of support.
His brain cannot replace mine. His chest, not as comforting as mama’s.
As I relish in being the only mama for these boys, I feel the weight of the job only I can do. The only job I’ll ever have that no one can replace. The only job that truly matters if I get it right. The weight of a boulder that I have to cradle like an egg. High stakes. Heavy load. The mother load.
Excerpts and thoughts I share from my nursing chair at 2am.
