i'm getting to the point now where i can admit i cried about something, anything, and i don't care who knows it. and i don't want to make it sound like i cry all the time. the truth is, i don't. i tear up a lot when i get emotional. but i don't often break down like i did this morning. i was so sad my husband had to go in to work on his day off when he worked such a long week already, and i was already missing him, and dreading being a single mom yet another day. blah, blah, blah. cry, cry, cry. the part that surprises me about all of it now is...i don't care who knows it. i'm willing to admit that i'm needy, and tired, and at times overwhelmed, because deep down, i am satisfied. i don't care how miserable a day becomes. as adorable as my kids are, things can get rough when the pressure is on to get this, do this, be here, go there, all within my four walls. and i only have two kids! (well, with one extra for babysitting, that kind of counts in a way) so i admit it. it's hard. i want you to know going into it that being a mom will undoubtedly be the hardest, most challenging, life-altering thing you will ever do (unless maybe you go to war or something!)...and yet, it's the greatest work of all.
Dear Sadie.
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