Some days

 Some days I feel like I’m giving everything I have, and somehow it still doesn’t feel like enough.

The dishes pile up, the laundry stares at me, the toys are everywhere… and I still question if I did enough for them today.

But then I hear the little laugh from the next room.
The tiny “mama, look!” that snaps me out of it.
And I remember
they don’t need perfect.
They just need me.

The messy, tired, trying my best me.
And that’s more than enough.