I saw this on Facebook from an account called "Special Soul Mamas." While I've never believed we are special souls hand chosen for beatification or that any of us is Mother Teresa, her post is pitch perfect. We are all of what she describes to varying degrees:

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I don’t get a break.

I get five-minute windows of not being needed.

That’s not rest. That’s survival.

There are no holidays from this.

No weekends off.

No sleeping in, no switching off.

And even when I do get to pass the baton - to a support worker or my husband -

every drop of me is still needed.

Mentally. Emotionally. Physically, too.

I never fully leave the room.

I’m always listening. Anticipating.

Reading the signs, planning ahead, managing what’s next.

Always on.

I sit down for a moment or busy myself with another task,

then hear the noise, or the quiet that means something and I’m needed again.

I pour a coffee I won’t finish.

I plan a call I won’t start.

I breathe - but not deeply. Not fully.

Every second is accounted for.

Every moment measured in needs.

I’m not saying this for pity.

I’m saying it because it’s true.

Because someone out there is feeling like they’re failing, 

when really, they're just exhausted from doing the work of ten people with zero pause.

So if you're in it too - if your “break” is standing in the laundry room breathing for 30 seconds while chaos hums in the background - 

I see you.

That’s not weakness.

That’s devotion.

That’s the kind of love that doesn’t clock out and I just want to remind you;

We’re not doing nothing.

We’re doing everything.

Love, Christine x

Special Soul Mama

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