You’ll see me… I’ll be walking my kids to school with a confident stride and a smile on my face. But I may have just lost a battle over socks with my 3 year old and bribed my 6 year old to get dressed.
You’ll see me…I’ll be in LuLuLemon pants at an exercise class smiling and sweating. But I’ll be drained; the lack of sleep weighing on me like a suit of armor, making me feel like I’m moving through quicksand. My back will hurt and my belly will jiggle and I’ll be hoping that you don’t notice.
You’ll see me…I’ll be at the grocery store juggling 3 kids and a grocery cart. You’ll stop and say hi and make small talk but I won’t really hear what you’re saying because well, can the human brain really focus on anything more than 3 kids and a grocery cart?
You’ll see me… We’ll be the ones on vacation with sun on our skin and palm trees reflected in our glasses. But you won’t see the battles over routine changes; the pleading that came alongside a time change, new foods, and new beds.
You’ll see me…I’ll be nursing my baby in the library while reading to my older kids. I’ll be thirsty enough to finish four bottles of water with none in sight and a throbbing leg cramp crawling up my leg. I’ll wonder what would happen if a Mother passes out while reciting Hop On Pop with 3 tiny humans in her lap at a local library.
You’ll see me…I’ll be the one at work in a boardroom chatting about the newest Facebook policies wishing I were at home.
You’ll see me…I’ll be the one at home washing bottles and pump parts with one hand while making breakfast and lunch with the other, wishing I were at work.
You’ll see me…I’ll be staring at my kids while they run at the playground. I’ll be hoping so badly that they’d stay little forever while feeling so excited to watch them grow up.
You’ll see me. You’ll hear me. You’ll feel me.
You’ll know what I’ll be thinking, right?
Because you’re thinking the same thing, too.