Some days I wake up already tired.

Not the “I slept late” kind of tired…the “my soul hasn’t rested in 10 years” kind of tired.

When you’re a mom of four —

one boy (10) and three girls (8, 4, and 2) —

the mornings start before the sun even remembers it has a job.

Someone needs breakfast.

Someone can’t find their school ribbon.

Someone is crying because someone else looked at them “the wrong way.”

Someone is clinging to my leg while I try to pee in peace.

And someone is shouting from another room, “MAMAAA I CAN’T FIND MY SOCK!”

Motherhood is loud.

Motherhood is messy.

Motherhood is… constant.

And with my four?It’s a whole new level of chaos.

There’s the boy-mom life — my 10-year-old who is obsessed with football, gaming, and his favorite hobby:irritating his sisters until they scream bloody murder.

Then all three of them come running to me with tears, complaints, arguments, and dramatic stories that sound like courtroom trials.

There’s the girl-mom life —fights over dolls,makeup,hair accessoriesand “Mamma she took mine!!!”about 47 times before evening.

And don’t even get me started on the snack situation.I swear…I buy enough snacks to feed a small village,and still my pantry is NEVER enough.It’s like all four tiny humans have a built-in radar that activates the moment the snacks run low.

Then comes the school madness.Two kids to drop off…two kids at home…and both of them need CONSTANT entertainment, attention, hugs, playtime, stories, crumbs cleaned, tears wiped, sippy cups refilled, diapers changed, and emotions held.By mid day I’ve lived an entire day’s worth of motherhood.

And let’s talk about the migraine —the one that arrives with the noise,the fights,the crying,the constant overstimulation.Some days it sits behind my eyes like a dull weight,some days it throbs so loudly I want to curl up in a dark room…but motherhood doesn’t allow “time off.”So I breathe through it,put on a brave face,and keep going for my kids.

But the truth?

Even in all this chaos —all this noise,all this overstimulation,all these fights and snack emergencies —I am so unbelievably in love with these tiny humans.

I won’t pretend it’s easy.

It’s not.

Some days I feel like crying from sheer exhaustion.

Some days I feel invisible.

Some days my voice cracks from repeating the same lines.

Some days I look around the house and wonder if I’ll ever catch up with all the pending work.

But then…there’s the moment one of them hugs me out of nowhere.

Or the 2-year-old who climbs into my lap for comfort.

Or the 4-year-old telling me a story with her whole body in action.

Or the 8-year-old showing me her art, proud and glowing.

Or my 10-year-old asking me to watch him score his “goal of the century.”

These tiny moments —they melt the tiredness in ways sleep never could.Motherhood breaks you and heals you at the same time.It stretches your patience, your heart, your identity, your energy, your everything.But it also gives you little reasons to keep going —even when you’re running on fumes.

I’m overwhelmed.

I’m stretched thin.

My days are loud.

My pantry is empty again.

My head is always throbbing… that familiar migraine that never seems to take a day off.

And my house is never quiet”.

But God…I am so in love.And maybe that’s the truth of motherhood.

Not perfection.

Not balance.

Not routines that always work.

But a daily choice to show up —with a tired body,a messy bun,a full heart,and a love that somehow grows bigger every single day.

If you’re a mom reading this and thinking,

“This is me…”you’re not alone.We’re all just doing our best —tired, messy, tender, real —and our kids don’t need perfect.

They just need us.

Exactly as we are.💕

-Mama A❤️