Sometimes I forget I’m the mom

 Sometimes I forget I’m the mom.

Like… I can just do things.

I don’t need to ask permission.
I don’t need to check in with anyone.
I don’t need to wait for a “good time.”

If I want to change the routine, I can.
If I want to say no, I can.
If I want to leave early, stay home, rearrange the whole house, start fresh, or create a new rule out of nowhere I can.

And if I want to make breakfast for dinner
because it’s the only thing everyone will eat
and leave the whole mess in the sink for tomorrow…
I can do that too.

Because I’m the mom.
I get to choose what works for us.
I get to protect our peace.
I get to build a life that feels safe and soft and ours.

It’s wild how easy it is to forget that…
and how empowering it feels every time I remember.

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