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It’s Too Much
How ironic that my last post was about the emotional burden of being a working parent.
Of course, your work suffered this week; we’re raw, enraged, and feeling fierce love. And, we’re not ok.
Motherhood is too much.
We hold happiness in our hands and devastation in our hearts as we celebrate and mourn the last day of school.
May is my favorite month, my birthday month, and the start of summer. It’s a feel-good time, a payoff, and a promise of sunny, happy, quality family time.
But it won’t come for many families, teachers, and communities.
Yesterday, I told my husband I need a therapist. I’m not ok. I have to physically stop myself every hour on the hour from walking to the school to pull them out. The only thing that helps is getting on the exercise bike and sometimes journaling — a release, a distraction, a temporary reprieve.
When I called our insurance to confirm the benefits, the woman on the phone asked what kind of support I was looking for. I choked out the words that my kids are the same age, and she said, mine too. And we both cried.
In a Facebook group for families, the conversation about moving abroad has been trending higher since covid, but now it’s reached a fever pitch. I want out, they say. It’s no way to live. There is no…
