I remember the tired that comes after childbirth, the deep fatigue and exhaustion. It’s an emotional and physical tired that no amount of sleep can cure.
There is a lot of talk about that tired. Maybe it’s the feeds I follow or how I take in social media. I love the open discussions about hard that stage is. Because it’s brutal.
I want to talk more about the tired that comes when your kids are older. It’s a completely different animal.
“I have a teenager” tired is constantly bracing for the next argument, always worrying that you haven’t prepared them for life enough, walking the thin line between protective and overprotective.
Constantly wondering if they are making smart choices when you aren’t around.
Staying up late to greet them when they come home from nights out.
It’s an emotional and physical tired that no amount of sleep can cure.
Then comes “my kid isn’t under my wing, are they ok?” Tired.
Basically parenting is exhaustion woven into moments of pure joy, love and beauty.
Damn, I’ve been tired for 15 years, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.