I see you, Mother of little children

I see you, Mother of little children.

You were at the store today, and you spoke to your children in a frustrated tone, and a nearby stranger gave you a cold hard stare.

Your heart sank, because your frustration is fueled by the endless hours of sacrificial love that you give to your children, and you are simply bone tired.

You were frustrated because you were hoping to do a quick run, to buy some essential groceries, but you had to pass by the toy section to get to the food. But you did not want to stop to debate the toy section with your little ones, you wanted a quick shopping trip, because you still have 394 things left to do on your essential to-do list. 

You know that what you do is deeply meaningful, and provides the backbone to society, you know that it is worth it, when you see the look of being unconditionally loved in your children’s eyes, but you are weary from the excessively high expectations of perfection that try to get placed on your shoulders.