This season is short, but it’s heavy. The phone is ringing, the baby’s crying, and dinners burning on the stove
The truth is, I just wasn’t ready. But we’re all here now, it’s life so step up. Keep going, no one has to know
I’ve said it before, it’s hard for me. It’s a passing thought, let it go, move on. Hold out until daddy gets home
Pushing the brink of sanity, I struggle to see the light at the end, the days ahead look monochrome
It’s only a season they say, enjoy each minuet, or else you’ll miss it. Before you know it they’ll be grown
But isn’t it easy, for you no longer in it. What’s it like to sleep all night, and wake up on your own?
To shower, read, and drink your tea. Your time is yours, do as you please, but don’t judge me before you know
Young mamas love their babies, even when it’s hard. We have bad days, and that’s okay. We cry, we learn, we grow
There’s nothing like the first years of life, they test us, they bless us, and sometimes it gets harder than we show
So hold on mama, you’re doing just fine. Your best is good enough, and it’s true that the seasons come and go.