When my kids grow up

 When my kids grow up and have babies of their own, I’ll be the soft place they land.

I’ll hold their babies, calm their storms, and remind them they’re never alone.

Because I know what it feels like to crave a village that doesn’t exist, and I refuse to let them feel that kind of loneliness.

I’ll be the hands that help, the heart that listens, and the love that shows up without being asked.

That’s how the cycle breaks.