It’s the word I don’t want to keep using about myself, refusing to let it define me.
It’s what my children so often are but so rarely admit to.
It’s that two-syllable word that I always am but don’t always want to be.
It’s what I don’t want Christmas and the month of December to be about being.
It’s one more area in which “motherhood is nothing if not sacrifice.”
It’s what I quickly become—of everything—when I am so very so.
It’s something I need to learn to be graciously.
It’s a fact I’d rather wear hidden behind a perky smile than advertised in a loud sigh.
It’s a status which only sleep will cure and time will fix.
And I sit down and rest a moment, praying for the strength not to feel and the grace not to act so…tired.
(Five-Minute Friday Prompt: Tired—which took ten slow, tired minutes to write…)
Bless your heart! I’m so glad even though it took ten you did it. May you get rest and rejuvenation this weekend. I’m still remembering the privilege of getting to have breakfast with you all. May your day be blessed!
Oh, I know those feelings!!! Great job of the prompt this week.
Me too, Mama! I think being “tired” is a part of motherhood.
As always, I love your way with words.