I’m not raising my kids
I’m not raising my kids based on how it’s always been done
I’m raising them based on how I wish it had been done for meI’m not here to follow traditions that hurt
Or stay quiet just to keep others comfortable
I’m not parenting for approval
Or trying to win the “perfect mom” award
I’m breaking cycles on purpose
Because I know what it’s like to carry the weight of silence
The pressure to perform
The need to shrink yourself to fit someone else’s mold
My kids deserve more than that
They deserve a childhood filled with understanding
With softness
With safety
So if that makes people uncomfortable
If it doesn’t look like the way my parents did it
Or the way the internet says I should
That’s okay
They don’t live in my house
They don’t carry my scars
They don’t hold my babies when they cry
I’ll choose better
Even if it’s messy
Even if it’s loud
Even if it’s lonely sometimes
Because every cycle I break
Is one less weight my kids will have to carry
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