My worth

 My worth isn’t tied to how clean my house is

Or how quiet my child is in public
Or how perfectly I pack their lunches
Or whether I answered every message today

Because I’m not here to perform motherhood
I’m here to live it

That means sometimes the sink is full
The laundry isn’t folded
The baby is crying in the checkout line
And I’m just trying to hold it together

But that doesn’t make me less
It makes me real

There’s no prize for being the most put together
No award for pretending you’re fine
No extra credit for hiding the hard parts

So I’m letting go of the pressure to look perfect
To act perfect
To parent perfect

Because my child doesn’t need perfect
They need present
They need love
They need me just as I am

And that is enough