I watched in horror as the cat walked down the road. She was leaving her kittens. Just like that. Through the kitchen window her body became a solitary black dot far down the dirt road. She was gone.
Minnie, the cat, had went on walkabout and left her two-week old kittens behind.
Why would she do that? It was so random. She literally had not left the shed since the kittens had been born. I had been bringing her food and water and placing it right beside her nest. She was safe and warm and content. And now she was gone.
Those kittens must have got real annoying.
I blinked and shook my head. I squashed down a slightly jealous feeling. A walkabout sounds pretty good.
It has been one of those weeks. It just has. The blahs battle the anger which battles the exhaustion and not one of them wins. Getting burnt out on our 24/7 job of mom/wife/cook/cleaner/care-coordinator/therapist/animal-caretaker/and-everything-else is simply going to happen.
We are human. Human. Human. Human.
But, what are we going to do about it? The neurotic mess in me wants to pout indefinitely. The self-sufficient motivator in me wants to keep pushing on and pretend like all is hunky-dory.
The truth is that we need a break.
We need other people.
We need friends and mothers, sisters and brothers, that can laugh off the ongoing lunacy of life.
We need to stop all this mad multitasking and simply be for a little while. Because we are really just one person.
One soul. One set of hands.
Let that sink in and give a little love to yourself, to you. Just you.
Perhaps the cat had to step away, just for a moment, so she could breathe.
God loves all us little mothers. That is part of you, too.
So do not fear, for I am with you;
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