The Watering Can

there was once a watering can and it poured without limit tilting toward its flowers again and again as if it could not run dry there was once a watering can and the flowers opened softly fully trusting they would be watered there was once

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La bomba 🇵🇷

you cannot quiet something that was carved into the body you cannot erase rhythm that lives in the spine this is not new this is inherited passed down through blood through bone through stories that refused to die we were never meant to be silent and still they tr

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The first heartbeat

the first heartbeat when i hold my eldest something opens. not loudly but the way a flower opens to morning. soft and certain. her arms around me feel like light white with a little gold in it. like the moment you step outside after being indoors too long and the air feels

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I was mad at God

God, my Father, Creator of the universe, the One who hung the stars and told the ocean how far to come i knew You could hear me. that was the part that made me angry. because if You are sovereign, if You hold galaxies in Your palm, if nothing moves without Your knowing, then You

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Dark humor

when i was seven something happened that made me older than i was supposed to be. that’s the gentle version. the truer one is a small body learning how to disappear without leaving the room. i didn’t scream. i learned stillness. i learned how to float just above myself and call i

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Silence is Loud

silence has never been quiet to me. it hums. it tightens the air. it presses against my ribs until i translate it. i have always been good at hearing it. the shift in breathing. the pause before a response. the way warmth leaves a room without footsteps. silence has a language.

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A Price to Pay

there is always a price i don’t just leave. i calculate it. i measure the mood before i even say it out loud. “i’m going to step out for a bit.” and instantly i can feel the bill being written. the sigh. the tight jaw. the shift in tone that tells me this will not be free.

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Bloodline

the women before me did not know how to show love in a way that felt like rest. they knew how to survive. how to endure. how to expect strength before softness. so i learned to try. to be helpful. to be impressive. to be quiet when needed. to shine when noticed. i learned how t

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Someday in Silver

i will be the grandmother who lingers who stays after the dishes who smells like vanilla and clean laundry who keeps the porch light on even when no one is coming i will not be a story they have to imagine i will sit on the floor even when my knees ache i will braid hair slowly lik

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For me ✨

some nights after the baths and the folded pajamas after the water bottles are filled and the house is finally still i sit in the quiet and feel how tired i really am not just in my body but in my heart i have always been the one who holds everything together the planner

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Looking for my mom community 🫶

there is a woman between the snack requests and the unanswered texts between the dishes and the disappointment she is still there not loud not demanding just waiting to be remembered sometimes i catch her in the mirror and whisper i see you. #MotherhoodUnfiltered

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What we carry, what we choose

i didn’t grow up wrapped in grandmotherly love and i used to believe that was just my story they say absent grandparents were once parents still figuring themselves out maybe that’s true maybe life just circles back in quieter ways sometimes when i watch my daughters waiting

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Motherhood

💛 🍋 motherhood is not just lullabies it is the breaking and the becoming it is loving someone so loudly you forget the sound of your own name it is giving and giving and giving until one day you look in the mirror and whisper, where did i go? and then slowly you begin

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Support Original Creators

💛I don’t create for validation. But I will stand behind my work. 💛Original voices and experiences deserve recognition. 💛I write from lived experience. If something resonates, I’m grateful. But originality and credit matter. 💛Support creators. Always. #originalcreators #motherhood

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The realistic mom

Instead He Throws a Tantrum I fill everyone’s cup— kids, home, tomorrow. Mine stays empty, and instead he throws a tantrum. I ask for help, for space, for relief— and instead he throws a tantrum. His cup is empty too. He wants connection, even when I’m dry, and instead he throws a

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Soft girl era

Hi 🫶🏼 I know I’ve been a little gone… Life got busy. I’ve been working, healing, and raising two strong girls 🤍 Lately, I’ve been choosing my soft girl era—because I don’t want to be in survival mode forever. I don’t want to be “big dawg” anymore 😌 Here are a few simple self-care shifts that

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Goodbye TikTok and Hello 🍋8

Is it true? Is TikTok really leaving us? I will definitely mourn it, it was the first platform I've ever gone viral and received payment for it! However this year I'm trying my best to look at the bright side of things! I'm sad to see all the helpful recipes go, and the hairstyl

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Hi, it's me again

🎡 Hi guys, last time I was on here I was venting about how hard motherhood was. I'm here to tell you that it's gotten so much better. And like everything else, it gets better with time. I know you're probably hearing that a lot, especially if you were going through it like I was. And I&

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Simple Snacks 4 kids!

🫐 This snack was so easy to make with my 5 year old! Not only was it super easy but it was super yummy as well! 🫐 things you will need • blueberries, or any fruit of your choice • Chocolate wafers • Popsicle sticks • Parchment paper 🫐 What to do • start off by washing your fruit an

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Or just depression?

🤱🏻 I’m not going to lie I’ve been going through it. This shit is SO hard. Don’t get me wrong I love my kids, I love motherhood, and I am ever grateful for my life. But at the same time I wish I could scream at the top of my lungs. Sometimes it feels like I am drowning! I NEED a break! 🤱🏻 First

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