Call me Tink.

tinker

Mother’s are like fairies. Are we delicate, flawless, and sparkly?.. No.. and we certainly don’t wear cotton balls on the tops of our shoes… but we are more like these tiny mystical creatures than one may realize.

Think about all you do in a day. Think specifically about your routines and the necessities that can’t wait until tomorrow. Think about the givens and the come naturals. Let me paint the picture..  Much like Tinkerbell or Vidia or whomever, we perform tasks and jobs completely unseen. This is actually pretty incredible seeing that we are NOT the size of a grasshopper. Sometimes it sure has heck feels like we must be.

Back to the specifics.. your families packed lunches waiting on the kitchen island ready to go in the morning… breakfast prepared and set on the table awaiting consumption…  the laundry miraculously washed, dried, folded and placed in drawers….the fluffed and straightened couch pillows that always sit just right… the liter box that is always scooped… the dog poop that isn’t in the yard… the bills that appear to pay themselves….the dishes that are always clean in the cupboard… the dinner that brings everyone back together in the evening…. These are some of the many contributions mother’s supply to their family, sight unseen. And let’s not forget how often we are speaking and no one seems to be listening to a word… Are they hearing jingle bells or what?…

It is very easy to get lost in the abyss of invisibility and forget that we are so needed. All these things we do, we do out of love and we are loved for it. We instinctively take care of our families the best way we know how. We don’t need medals, badges, money, or certificates… the hugs, kisses, smiling faces, and love of our family is the greatest prize of all.

Worry.

panic

Worry is a state of anxiety and uncertainty over actual or potential problems and it is an emotion, related to fear, that we are too familiar with.

Mothers are in a constant state of worry. Whether it’s your kids, bills, job, husband, parents, siblings, friends, pets, house, car…. I could carry on for a while… it’s difficult to seek relief.

You get to a point in your life when you are able to come to terms with the fact that there is always going to be someone or something that you are worried about. In relation to your children and family, the worried you comes from a place of love.

We all handle the anxious feelings differently. Some of us express it through anger while others become very sensitively emotional. This is part of the reason we feel and also appear semi-insane to others at times. If you are an angry worrier (yours truly) you need to tread lightly. Most often those around us are not the cause of whatever it is you are worrying about so let’s try not to add fuel to the fire. On the other hand, there is a time and place to loose your shit (pardon my french) and you are justified to do so. Just try and be aware of which time and place that actually is. Now the criers of Worryville also need to keep it together. There are likely to be people that are depending on you that need you to stay strong. Grab a tissue, blow your nose and let’s do this.

The best way to look at it is, the fact that you have these situations presented to you that are the cause of your worry goes to show that you have a lot to be grateful for. Whatever is it that is worrying you, matters to you. You can remind yourself that this IS a good thing. If you didn’t give a hoot or didn’t have a care, you would be a pretty lonely person.