I don’t want my child to grow up

 I don’t want my child to grow up remembering a mom who was always too busy, too stressed, too tired to say yes to the little moments that meant everything to them.

The moments they’ll hold onto long after the toys are gone and the routines change.

I want them to remember a mom who paused.
Who listened.
Who made room for their joy even on the days she felt worn thin.

A mom who tried.
Who showed up.
Who gave them softness even when the world felt hard.

Because one day, all they’ll have are these memories.
And I want theirs to feel warm.