I’m a Mom, Not a Robot.

Built to Love, Not to Run on Empty.

Being a mother is a huge flex, especially if you’re really good at it.
But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize we aren’t A.I.

We can’t keep computing a million and one things thrown onto our laps without explanation and then be expected to take it, be grateful, and still appease the needs of another human being. And I don’t just mean our kids.

Come take a stroll with me through the rest of this post, because no, you’re not tripping.
You’re not lazy.
You’re not “letting little things pile up.”

Your whole existence right now just hasn’t included you as a priority.

Let’s face it. Stop dodging it. That guilt you’re feeling as you read this means exactly what I’m trying to get you to see. Or read, for that matter.

I know you can barely find time for self-care when you’re constantly “self-caring” for your child or children.
But you have to.
For the sake of not losing your damn mind more than you already have.

I spent way too many years guilting myself into thinking that taking a shower meant taking away from being a mom.
It didn’t.
I just needed to remember myself as a person, not only a mother.

We physically cannot keep raising our children this way. We’re teaching them to put everyone else’s needs above their own. Stop it right now.

Take the shower your body has been craving for the last century. You deserve to rest.
Make that new dessert recipe you’ve buried under bills and frustration.
Sugar and comfort make way for a calm soul.

That movie that just came out? Buy yourself a ticket. Sink into those theater seats and demolish a bucket of popcorn you don’t have to share. No one’s watching. Do your thing, mom.

Our mind, body, and spirit were never meant to be compiled into a flash drive and shoved under last year’s garage pile you swore you’d go through. Lmao. I kid. Kind of.

We were never meant to raise children and support family on an empty tank.
We weren’t meant to forget to wash our hair for a week straight while making sure everyone else is taken care of.

Give yourself some credit. You’re managing an entire household. Of course, your priorities aren’t about you. Honestly, nothing ever was. Especially if you’re an older sister like me.
You never made room for yourself. You never really had the chance to.

So, I’m here to tell you: stop.
You need to rebuild your stamina so you’re not barely hanging on.

It’s hard at first, but I promise a routine is doable. It takes about two weeks for something to stick, so start small. Baby steps. Even a mini step counts.

You matter, mom.
Don’t leave yourself out.