**Copied from a post I saw**
There was a mom who was called a “nag,”
by her partner,
her children,
and she swears she once saw the dog roll his eyes when she was complaining about dog hair on the couch.
And the truth is,
it would be nice if someone thought about—everyone’s schedules,
making doctor’s appointments,
packing lunches and snacks,
buying gifts for birthdays,
keeping track of what groceries are running low,
everyone’s mental well-being,
vacuuming the crumbs off the kitchen floor—
and it didn’t all fall on her.
It would be nice if she didn’t have to carry the whole family,
and they could carry some of their own weight without her reminding them ten times.
But, if she doesn’t do it herself or delegate,
it won’t get done.
And when they finally make the bed or clean up their room,
it needs to be congratulated or applauded,
or they won’t do it again.
While for her,
it’s expected,
and hardly noticed.
And she’s tired of telling everyone what to do,
of praying her partner has the same urgency and level of care she has when she asks him to perform a task,
of her partner agreeing to do XYZ to “help her out” when it’s their house, too,
of telling everyone to do all the things they should instinctively do,
and being fed up when one of her children or her partner calls her a “nag.”
Because she doesn’t want to micromanage,
she just wants to get everything done for the people she loves most:
𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.
❤
📸: @this_mama_doodles
✍️: @Livingfull
