The Kind of Mama Who Keeps Showing Up

 I don’t even know if I can fully put this into words, but I’m going to try—because some mama out there needs to know she’s not alone.

Being a mom… and now a grandma… and also still a mom to an adult child with special needs, it’s not for the faint of heart. Add to that, one of my grandbabies is starting to show signs that he may have some challenges of his own—and I find myself preparing for another layer of this journey.

This blog is for the mamas like me.
Mamas of extraordinary kids.
Mamas who don’t get to look forward to that 18th birthday and an empty nest.
Mamas who don’t get to write the typical milestones in a baby book… but still celebrate the wins no one else sees.

It’s for the ones who have to rescue their adult kids from messes, not because they’re reckless, but because their brain is brilliant and their life skills haven’t caught up. It’s for the moms doing the absolute best they can… even when it doesn’t feel like enough.

Take today, for example.

Yesterday’s crisis bled into this morning, and my husband—bless him—had to take another half day off. That’s two days this week he hasn’t worked a full day. Meanwhile, my adult son with special needs had been asking for days to run some important errands. He doesn’t drive—we’re okay with that—but it means he relies on us.

And I love our time together. I really do.
But tonight, as I sat down for the first time since 5 a.m., I realized… this was the first moment of silence I’ve had all day.

No complaints. I’m grateful.
But some days—it’s just a lot.

And then there was the weekend. He flew out of state, excited and confident. Day one went great. Then, out of nowhere, he called me on day two and said, “I’m done.”

What do you do?

Force him to stay for the full 5 day visit and risk a full-blown emotional shutdown?
Or do what moms do—get in the car, pray for provision, drive hours to rescue him, and bring him home.

We chose love.
We chose grace.
We chose him.

And I’d do it all again.

There’s nothing to apologize for. I’m a mom. That’s what I do.

And here’s the beautiful part: I enjoy him. He’s funny. Thoughtful. Deep. He makes me laugh. I cherish our conversations. And if the day ever comes when he’s ready to spread his wings, I’ll be there—hopefully, the wind beneath them.

But today? It already feels like it should be Friday.

So to every mama who’s holding a lot, juggling it all, and still showing up with love…

You are seen.
You are strong.
And it’s going to get better.


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