Some nights I lay in bed

 Some nights I lay in bed and replay the day in my head.

The moments I raised my voice. The times I lost my patience.
And the guilt starts creeping in.

But the truth is none of us wake up wanting to lose it with our kids.
We’re human. We get tired. Overwhelmed. Stretched thin.
That doesn’t make us bad moms. It makes us real ones.

So kiss them goodnight. Tell them you love them.
Tomorrow is a new day, and they’ll still reach for you in the morning. 

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