No one talks about

 No one talks about how heavy it feels to decide everything.

What they eat.
When they nap.
How you handle a tantrum.
What to say when they ask hard questions.
What rules to hold. Which ones to bend.

The tiny choices. The big ones.
They all pile up.

And even though most of them seem small to everyone else to you, they feel like they carry lifelong weight.
Like every choice is shaping who they’ll become.
Like one wrong move might leave a mark you didn’t mean to make.

It’s exhausting.
Not just physically, but mentally.
Because you don’t get to clock out from the thinking.
You’re the one who has to remember everything, plan for everything, anticipate everything.

And when it gets to be too much?
When your brain feels overloaded and your heart feels raw?
You still show up.
You still try again.

That’s the part no one claps for.
The unseen work of a mother who holds it all the meals, the boundaries, the moods, the guilt and keeps going.

If you’re feeling the weight right now…
Take a breath.
You’re doing better than you think.

Even when the load is invisible to others, it’s valid.
And so are you.