When our boys found Wonder Woman on the floor…chewed, bitten, and missing a few important pieces, they ran screaming, “Mom, Bailey got you!”

In case it isn’t clear, Bailey is a puppy. A very mischievous chiweenie that seems to be in perpetual teething mode.

Wonder Woman definitely looked like she’d had a pretty rough day. Gazing down at the limbless wonder, I thought to myself…me too.

No, I’ve got all my limbs intact, no physical bruising or damage (with the exception of scratches from Bailey-if only she’d just chew her nails). But it’s there. I know how infinitely blessed I am, but at some point you need to just admit that it’s also been a little rough.

Looking out I see so many of us. Running around with happy smiles, long to do lists and perfect Instagram posts. And if I’m right, when you find a moment to pause, you feel a little tired and empty. Struggling to find your inner super hero, you come across the realization that you got no sword and it just feels like you’re limping along.

That’s where I was the other night. In that tired, worn out space. And then I turned around from my desk to look at what our son Matt was doing next to me at the kitchen table. “There, I fixed her,” he declared.

A little washi, scotch tape and a whole lotta love. Taking extra care to try and mend the obvious pieces, Matt put mommy back together again. Literally.

It was at that moment that I realized, each time I felt like I had no voice, when I thought I couldn’t walk any farther or the weight of the world was just too much for me to carry, the ones who love me have always been there to patch me up.

Being a wife, mother, and having the kind of career I’ve had has been more than a little rough. On all of us. It’s also been amazing, uplifting, and fulfilling…and clearly full of tape and tons of glue to pull me through. An I wouldn’t change a thing.