I knew that becoming a mom would by physically exhausting…the sleepless nights, the constant physical carrying, the taking care of and tending to needs…but I didn’t know how emotionally exhausting it would be.
I’m an empath so I feel others’ emotions deeply and their emotions become my emotions. In motherhood I’m constantly working internally to anticipate my children’s emotional needs when they are upset.
Children’s emotions seem to be dramatically shifting from one second to the next and they have so many “big emotions” (or maybe it’s just mine?!) and I’m constantly taking those emotions onto myself in order to help guide them through their own emotions (which can be really hard when I’m feeling and processing my own things or don’t quite know how to handle my own emotions, let alone help them through theirs).
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Plus the huge weight and responsibility I feel to not only keep these humans alive, but to also be their gentle guide through life and help them navigate every experience so that they become capable, independent, strong, healthy, helpful, kind, compassionate, generous adults in this world.
Ooph, the emotional weight is a lot. Do you feel it?
