My kids are the reason I keep showing up

 My kids are the reason I keep showing up.

Not for the praise, not for perfection and definitely not for the paycheck

But for them to feel what I never did.
Safe. Wanted. Encouraged to dream big and feel deeply.

I’m not creating a perfect life
I’m creating a soft place for them to land.
A home that feels like love.
A life where they know they matter, just by being who they are.

This isn’t just for me.
It’s because of them.
Always, because of them

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