I hope you’re reading this in a quiet moment — maybe with a hot cup of tea that hasn’t gone cold. I know life is still full, and the days are probably just as loud, messy, and beautiful as ever. But I hope you’ve remembered to breathe.
Right now, the days are long. Some feel like a blur of crumbs, cuddles, tantrums, and toys. You’re tired. You question yourself more than you should. But you’re showing up — again and again — with love, with patience (even when it runs thin), and with a heart that never stops caring.
I hope you’ve learned to let go of the guilt — the guilt for not doing enough, not being enough, not enjoying every single moment. The truth is, you were always enough. Even on the days you felt like you were falling apart.
Please remember the little things: the chubby fingers reaching for your hand, the giggles from the back seat, the way they looked at you like you were their whole world. These moments are fleeting, even though the laundry isn’t.
I hope you still laugh — loudly and often. I hope you still dance in the kitchen. And I hope you know, deep in your bones, that you did a damn good job.
You’re raising humans. And in the process, you became even more human yourself.
With love,
You — in the thick of it
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