To the Mom Who Had a Hard Day

I see you.
I am you.

Yesterday was one of those days.

The kind that doesn’t just feel hard in the moment…
but settles deep into your body.

My best friend came over.
And I remember thinking how grateful I was that it was her,
someone safe, someone who understands.

Because not long after she arrived,
my 6-year-old had an epic tantrum.

The kind that rattles you at your core.
The kind that floods your body with emotion so quickly, you almost forget everything you’ve learned.

It started over something so small.

I stirred her hot chocolate.
And I hadn’t heard her say that she wanted to do it.

That was it.

But also… it wasn’t.

Because if you’re a mother, you know, it’s never just about the hot chocolate.

It built and built
until it felt like the whole room was vibrating.

It got to the point where my friend quietly said goodbye.
And I knew she was right to go.

Not because anything was “wrong.”

But because sometimes these moments need space.

I did all the “right” things.

I stayed calm.
I held boundaries.
I offered presence.

But none of it stopped the wave.

Because she didn’t need it to stop.

She needed to feel it.
To move it.
To let it out.

And if I’m honest…
So did I.

But instead, I went to bed with tears in my eyes.

Forgetting everything I “know.”
Forgetting the awareness I’ve worked so hard to build.
Forgetting that this, too, is part of it.

So to the mom who had a hard day—

Motherhood can be really hard.

Not in a way that’s always visible.
Not in a way that always makes sense to anyone else.

But in a way that stretches you.
Opens you.
Brings you face-to-face with parts of yourself you thought you had already worked through.

And here’s what I want to gently remind you—

You didn’t fail.

You didn’t undo your growth.

You were simply human inside a moment that asked a lot of you.

Awareness doesn’t mean perfection.
It doesn’t mean calm every time.
It doesn’t mean you won’t feel overwhelmed, triggered, or undone.

It means you come back.

And this morning…
I did.

I woke up with softer eyes.
A steadier breath.
A quiet willingness to begin again.

Because that’s what this path really is.

Not getting it right.

But returning.
Again and again.

This is the work I do, not because I have it all figured out, but because I live it.

The awareness.
The energy.
The regulation.
The returning.

Not in a perfect, polished moment, but in real life.

In kitchens with spilled hot chocolate.
In tears at the end of the day.
In the quiet reset of a new morning.

So if today feels a little lighter,
or even if it doesn’t yet…

You’re allowed to begin again.

Right here. Right now. Begin again.

Be Well,

Becky

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