To the woman hiding behind her sunglasses, eyes dark from comforting her infant until the wee hours of the morning- I’m here for you. 

To the woman wandering the supermarket aisles, too tired to remember what she needs- I’m here for you. 

To the woman cracking jokes about her child to hide her fear that she’s not being a good mother- I’m here for you. 

To the woman eating her feelings of negative body image- I’m here for you. 

To the woman at the park, watching her child like a hawk to protect others from him- I’m here for you. 

To the woman who feels she is drowning in the monotony of motherhood- I’m here for you. 

To the woman growing a child inside her body, terrified she won’t love him enough-  I’m here for you. 

To the woman who yearns for a child- I’m here for you. 

To the woman who feels she can’t be everything to everyone- I’m here for you. 

To the woman constantly worrying about her children- I’m here for you. 

To the woman who thinks she’s not enough- I’m here for you. 

I have love to give, an open heart, an ear to listen and arms to hold you.