Lost and Found – {Abby Walsh}

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The expectations I brought to marriage-4
Only one other woman laughed when I said it.  “Since becoming a wife and a mother, I’ve never been more miserable”.  The statement I made at the mother’s group floated around like bad air.  The emotional and psychological labor of putting others needs before my own is excruciating and I want an epidural.

The expectations I brought to marriage and motherhood were shattered when the reality of living out this vocation kicked in.  I’m not prone to anger, I’m prone to full blown rage. Can I blame it on my temperament?  Can I blame it on a messy house?  Can I blame it on more month than money?  Yes, but, only for a moment.  I’m scared to see myself this way.

My triggers?  The demands of three young children are overwhelming.  You need a doctor, nurse, educator, guidance counselor, negotiator, butt wiper, entertainer, cleaning lady, cook, psychologist, handy man, launderer, chauffeur, referee, baby whisperer?  I’m your woman.  And I work for free!  Yet, the cost has become quite clear.  I cannot remember the woman who so yearned for a spouse and children.  She is lost.

Everyone has a reboot button.  I’ve finally realized I need a push.  The plan of action starts with sleep.  Sleep deprivation is used on prisoners of war as a form of torture.  I’ve been a POW for over four years.  Next, forgive and move on.  Try to forgive myself.  Self flagellation is exhausting.  Forgive my family.  My children didn’t ask to be brought into this world.  My husband and I made the decision to space our children close in age.  How lucky are we that they are here and healthy!  Forgive my husband.  His intention every day is to love his family – not to make me crazy.  Take time to think, read, and pray.  Socialize when I am able to string together sentences.

Understandably, the statement I made at the mother’s group must have sounded cruel towards my feelings for my family.  I love my family.  They are my “pearls of great price”.  I don’t want to crush them, I want to serve them with virtues they carry on their own journey.  They are the building blocks to my salvation because profound joy comes with putting them before me with a spirit of generosity.

Abby WalshAbby Walsh is a stay-at-home mother of three children, four and under, hanging on to her sanity by a thread. She loves the Catholic Church, but just like loving her husband and children, it is not an easy relationship. It is one that is dirty and messy. She blogs at Faith & Laundry.

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2 thoughts on “Lost and Found – {Abby Walsh}”

  1. Barbara Abbate

    Great job sharing Abby! I don’t know that I would have summed up my feelings in that same way, but I can totally relate to paragraphs 2, 3 & 4. God bless! I will help you hang on to this crazy ride of motherhood & you can help me hang on too. Hugs!

  2. Thank you, Barbara. Bronwyn’s Corner assures me I’m not alone in the way that I feel. Your kind words assure me that we are on this journey together no matter how different we feel.

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