I just let her talk

A couple of days ago I sat on a bench at school waiting for my girls to go home. I was reading the newspaper because that was the perfect moment. The babies with their father and me alone was the propitious time to read it in peace.

All of a sudden another mom sat besides me. She looked tired. Her hair roots showing. A simple ponytail, jeans and a blouse. Sometimes I feel like that and I just want to wear some sweatpants and a pair of sneakers and a hat. She started to talk to me and I was like: Please, let me read my newspaper at last... But I listen to her.

She told me how tired she was about motherhood. She is a single mom of 3. The father of the kids gives her money for support but lives far so he doesn't have a periodical contact with the kids. A lonely mom.

I told her about me and my feelings about motherhood. I feel exhausted with my 4 kids even when I am with the father of them and he helps me sometimes at home. I just can't imagine how she was feeling. Then I think that some moms shut up their feelings because they feel scared of being judge.

Everybody expects that a mom is one who is always smiling, happy, ready for everything. The mom that makes cookies and cupcakes, and has a perfectly clean house with no spec of dust nowhere. The loving wife ready to take her man's shoes and give him a massage when he gets home. The mom that never feels overwhelmed or better said, the mom that is not supposed to never ever feel overwhelmed because then she is a bitch mom or even worse, an abusive mom and bad wife.

I just let her talk. I really know she was needing someone to listen to her without judging or making ugly expressions with the face. Then she left and almost forgot to tell me goodbye. When she was a couple of steps away she told me: Oh, goodbye... I said goodbye.