I am a mom.
I shower them with kisses and engulf their little bodies in hugs. I am their tissue to dry the tears and a solution to every problem and obstacle. I am their comfort, their safety, their home.
I am a wife.
I am his rock, his support system. His ear to listen and his shoulder to cry on. I am his cheerleader, routing for him with every turn he makes. My arms are his safe place, embracing his heart and keeping it protected.
I am a friend.
I encourage, believe in and support those close to my heart. I am a sounding board. I will listen for hours, nod in agreement, bring a smile to your face, and cry along with you.
I am strong, supportive, and empathetic. I am kind, considerate, gentle and caring.
But I am also Me.
Sometimes I need to cry. Sometimes I need the support and strength and encouragement.
Sometimes I need to vent.
But it’s pushed aside.
Being a mom comes first.
Being a wife and being a friend comes first.
I am a strong person and I can hold it together. I keep the smile on my face, the laughter in my voice, and the strength in my arms.
But I’m only human.
I feel hurt. I carry stress. I have worries, dreams, and thoughts.
I need the support. I need the enthusiasm and the encouragement.
I need to vent and cry and lean on others.
But everything else comes first.
I want to be able to fall into someone’s arms, letting the warm tears roll down my cheeks.
I need to turn to someone else to find comfort in their smile.
I need to lean on others too, searching for stability in their embrace.
I need an ear to listen to my concerns and fears and dreams. I need to be heard.
I love my role in my family and friendships.
But sometimes, I need to lean on them too.
Sometimes I need it to be my turn.