Borrowed post

I am copying the post from one of blogs I read today. Here is her site:
http://damomma.com


To “Not Cut Out For Motherhood:”
If this post is for you, you know it.
You’ve found my website by Googling, “not enjoying motherhood” or “what if I hate motherhood” or even, “sorry I became a mother.” I’ve noticed you in my site statistics over the years, several of you a week, Googling in the early morning hours or the mid-afternoons or whenever else it is that it’s just gotten way too hard.
I see you there, and I say a prayer for you. I pray that you’re ok this morning, that you came across something here that helped, that gave you a laugh and made you feel less alone. I hope that you’ll get through the hard part and find something wonderful on the other side.
After years of considering it, I finally thought of something to say to you that might help:
It’s going to be okay.
Really, it is.
Life with young kids is hard. It’s non-stop work, even through the nights. It’s mindless, boring, and dirty. And the stakes are so high. What a horrific combination.
It’s okay that you hate the baby sometimes when she cries. It’s all right that you’ve never felt lower about yourself – that doesn’t make you a bad mother, just a regular old worn-out one.
It’s okay to have regrets.
There is no shiny perfection of motherhood. You haven’t deprived your self or your children of it — it doesn’t exist.
Motherhood is beautiful and fulfilling — and horrible and exhausting and menial in the extreme. Every mother I’ve ever known cracked somewhere along the way. Congrats, it’s your turn. Some day it won’t be.
Try to get some sleep. Ask for help. It’s okay to let her cry some place where she’s safe — in a crib, strapped into a stroller — while you get some deep breaths.
Don’t drink. If you are drinking, get help. Drinking will make it so much worse than you can imagine.
Even if you’re not drinking, get help. Tell someone you’re struggling. Once you do, you’ll only be sorry you waited so long.
The perfect people — every last one of them — are stinking liars.
Hang in there. It gets better.
You’re going to be okay.