Mothering in the Burnout Generation

Have you ever wondered what it might be like to feel absolutely smitten with motherhood?

Me too.

The busyness here has led my heart astray again and again.

Which is what brought me to writing about what happens when the RUSH is over. Do we give ourselves room for release, dear one? We can. I promise, we can.

You can read my article here, and leave me a comment below on how you give yourself space to avoid burnout.

For me, it can be as simple as a walk alone – really alone – a few times a?week.

“Often, when the RUSH is over, my Wild one doesn’t recover like you or I.

And this last week, she had some important dental work done. I’ve been waiting for her to process it. Not on pins and needles like I used to, though. Just patiently waiting. Knowing at my core that for almost every gorgeous day we share, there will be heartache.

She did great on Dentist Day.

So, here we are… 45 minutes of heartache later.

Today, I would love to suggest that we all have a bit of Wild in us. When the RUSH is over, we don’t always respond well either. Especially as moms. It’s exhausting to be “on” in this season (in any season). Whether you identify as an introvert, extrovert, ambivert, or haven’t identified with any of these terms yet, it just doesn’t matter…

Motherhood demands a lot of us.”

When the RUSH is Over

Cheering you on, always.

With Love,


aka The Barefoot Preacher

Published by Jennifer Magnano

Inspired by a woman's transition into and transformation in motherhood, Jennifer is passionate about acceptance, inclusion, growth, and inter-generational mental health. Over the last decade, she has encouraged masses of mothers around the world through her writing, yoga instruction, and as an Ayurvedic postpartum doula. As a candid storyteller, Jennifer's muse is "shared-experience" with mothers and families who face diverse life challenges. She is a melanoma survivor, a chronic disease "thriver" and special needs parent. Residing in Arizona with her husband Scott, they raise two miracle kids, a future therapy dog named Mya, all the edible plants, and hundreds of worms on a perfectly imperfect, tiny piece of desert land.

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