Sometimes I look at my kids and think

 Sometimes I look at my kids and think…

I can’t believe I get to be their mom.

Through every sleepless night, every meltdown, every moment I’ve doubted myself
they’ve been my reason to keep going.

I hope one day they grow up and see that every choice I made, every ounce of energy I gave, every prayer I whispered late at night…
was all because being their mom has been the best part of my entire life.

Not my career.
Not the milestones.
Not the picture-perfect moments.

Just them.
Always them.

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