Some days feel like one long blur

 Some days feel like one long blur

I don’t remember what I made for dinner
I don’t remember how many tantrums I calmed
or how many times I said “just a minute” with guilt in my chest

But I remember the little arms wrapped around my neck
I remember the sleepy “I love you” whispered into my shoulder
I remember being their safe place
even when I felt like I was falling apart

Motherhood isn’t made of highlight reels
It’s built on the blurry moments
the ordinary ones
the ones no one sees
but the ones that matter the most

Your love is enough
It always has been