happiness in motherhood

today i feel discouraged.

I feel i am pulled in every direction
being stretched like play dough,
until i just break
In this world i am supposed to be so many things.
I supposed to be a loving, caring wife.
One who supports her husband and lifts him up.
I am supposed to be a friend.
One who is always there and can help when ever i can
I am supposed to be a mother.
Who is always sweet, cooks healthy amazing meals, and crafts
But still has time to read and play with her children.
Does this woman exist?
Is she real?
I feel when i am doing good at one thing
I am failing terribly in the other.
every night i try to pull myself back together
just so i can try again the next day.
But when fail,
when my cup empty
My Savior fills it
He is enough.
I am enough with His grace.
Only with His love can I become,
who He needs me to be.