Motherhood wants too much of you….. it’s ghetto, yet holy at the same time.

To the Mama With a Lot Going On (aka… all of us)

Listen… motherhood is HUMBLING.

When my oldest got diagnosed with autism, I had to grieve what I thought motherhood was going to be and accepted it for what it was.

And then boom, my youngest turned ONE and decided to run my house like a tiny dictator with no bill-paying responsibilities.

Motherhood went from thinking I was going to be in little league t-ball and soccer practices to daily ABA therapy and rotating IEP Meetings. I had to quit my job, and scale back on my business because my babies needed me.

A normal day in the Bois household it feels like:

• therapy appointments

• tantrums

• snack negotiations

• and googling “autistic friendly dinner ideas… that aren’t chicken nuggets”

It’s tough constantly hearing what my kid isn’t doing, while on the other side raising another kid that is (thankfully) doing everything. Some days it’s mental torture. Through it all though I am still grateful because it truly could always be worse.

I realized that when you ask God for something he doesn’t give it to you in the form of immediate blessings. He is more like a personal trainer. Gives you exercises to help build that muscle of what you are praying for.

My motherhood journey has given me more patience, more compassion not only for kids but moms in general. Because this is every day, you can’t just turn off being a mom.

When You Love Your Job But Your Kids Said “Be For Real”

I love photography.
I love creating.
I love being outside of the house for more than 12 minutes.

But these kids?
These kids said “no ma’am, not right now.”
God Himself whispered,

“Prioritize them. I’ll handle the rest.”

So I slowed down.
Scaled back.
Stopped trying to do 47 things at once.
And at first, it felt like failure…

But then I realized:
It’s not falling behind. It’s shifting into the season God actually wants me in.

So for the mom who can relate please remember that

Your career isn’t disappearing.
Your dreams aren’t canceled.
They’re just marinating so they’ll hit harder later.

The lessons these tiny humans are teaching us now will set us (and them) up for a better future a part of God’s plan.

5 Lessons Motherhood keeps Teaching Me

✨ 1. You can be exhausted AND be chosen at the same time.

God didn’t wait for you to be put-together to give you those kids. He gave them to you once He saw you were ready, not when you thought you were. Sanctification is a process and it’s never an easy one. Things that come easy, leave easy too.

✨ 2. Asking for help isn’t weak, it’s wise.

Because you can’t pour from an empty cup. Being a mom takes a lot out of you, physically, mentally, emotionally, financially. It’s okay to ask someone to pick you up a pack of diapers when they are coming over. Pampers cost almost $50 a box, it’s ghetto out here. Asking someone to watch your babies so you can poop without an audience doesn’t make you a bad mom. It makes you human.

✨ 3. Slow seasons aren’t punishment.

Being in the wilderness is where God does His best work. You just have to be obedient and follow His wisdom. Sometimes it’s protection to slow down. Enjoy the slowness, I promise there is beauty there.

✨ 4. You’re not behind.

You’re exactly where you are supposed to be. Ask God and He will affirm that.

✨ 5. God fills every gap you worry about.

Your kids don’t need perfection, they need you. You are enough just as you are.

When things get rough I remember:

“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.” — Isaiah 40:29

Translation for moms:

God is basically spotting you while you lift the weight of motherhood. Because sometimes motherhood feels like when Peter joined Jesus on the water. With his eyes fixed on Jesus he could walk on water. The moment he took his eyes off he drowned, but even then Jesus still pulled him out of the roaring waters.

Give your weight to Him and keep your eyes on Him and I promise your edges will grow back!!

💛 Final Word, Sis

If you’re tired, overwhelmed, or hiding from your kids in the pantry eating their snacks…
you’re not alone.

God sees you.

I see you.
Your babies adore you.
You are not failing.
You are simply in a season where motherhood is louder than everything else and that’s okay. It’s okay to grieve what was and embrace what is. We all do it.

You’re doing holy work.
And even if month was chaotic?
You survived it.
That counts.

You got this. God’s got you even more.