𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔… 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍.

They may not remember the nights they called for me over and over from the crib…

The “one more hug.”

The tears when I finally said, “It’s bedtime now.”

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥.

I’ll remember the way her little voice sounded calling “mama” through the dark.

I’ll remember the tiny arms reaching for me, just wanting to feel close.

I’ll remember how torn I felt between exhaustion and gratitude, knowing 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟．

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝… 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝.

And I’m living it right here, in the mess, the noise, the sweetness, and the hard.

One day, the crib will be gone. The toys won’t be scattered. The house will be quiet again.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕. 🤍

To the mamas in the thick of it, you’re not alone. 🫶🏼