Some days I go to bed feeling like I didn’t do enough.
Like I wasn’t patient enough, present enough, gentle enough.
But then I remember… my child never asked me to be perfect.
She just needed me.
As I am.
Flawed, tired, healing — and still showing up. Because love isn’t always loud.
Sometimes it’s a quiet “I’m still here,”
Even when your heart feels heavy. So to every mama reading this tonight:
You’re not alone.
You’re not failing.
And you’re not invisible.
You are everything to the little…
