Sometimes I yell

 Sometimes I yell

And then I cry because I yelled

Sometimes I hide in the bathroom just to breathe
And still hear little fingers under the door calling for me

Sometimes I feel like I’m failing
Even when I’m giving everything I have

Because being a mom doesn’t come with breaks
Doesn’t come with applause
Doesn’t come with a guide

It just comes with love
Endless, exhausting, overwhelming love

And I’m learning to give that love to myself too
To forgive myself when I lose my temper
To hold space for the version of me that’s trying
To remember that even when I mess up
I’m still the mom they run to
Still the mom they need
Still the mom they love

Even when I don’t feel like enough
To them
I’m everything