I’ll never understand it

 I’ll never understand it.

The way some people brag about “living their best life” when their kids aren’t even in it.

Healing is beautiful. Time for yourself is healthy. But calling it your best life when the very hearts that call you mom aren’t part of it… that’s not healing, that’s heartbreaking.

My best life will always include my babies. Even on the hard days. Especially on the hard days. Because they’re not holding me back from living. They’re the reason I am living.

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