Adulting is hard,
Parenting even more…
A daily grind of silent battles,
Behind every closed door.
Each learning curve
Takes the wind out of your sails,
Plans derail quietly,
While the to-do list prevails.
With every high,
A deeper low awaits,
Joy and fatigue
Walk hand in hand through the gates.
No guidebook,
No tutorial to follow,
Just instincts shaped
By nights spent hollow.
Bills don’t pause for burnout,
Kids don’t wait for rest,
You’re judged by outcomes,
Not the effort you invest.
You juggle roles,
Chef, driver, healer, friend.
Every day a paradox,
No beginning, no end.
You build dreams with tired hands,
Patch wounds with whispered grace,
Hold it all together
While losing track of your place.
Yet in the stillness of a hug,
The chaos finds its peace,
In the messy middle of it all,
There’s a strange kind of release.
Not every lesson comes in light,
Some arrive in storm and ache,
But the life you shape in fragments
Is the masterpiece you make.
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