Sometimes I’m hit so hard by parenting, I completely lose my footing. It sends me adrift in an ocean of stress and feelings of inadequacy so dark and deep, drowning feels imminent. Not because I don’t love my children. Not because I’m a “bad mom.” Nor am I ungrateful for the abundance of blessings in my life. I’m just… tired. The metaphorical treading of water that is parenthood can wear a parent out. That’s just the truth of it.
