My favorite part

 My favorite part of being a mom is watching them grow.

Hearing their voices change.
Seeing their personalities unfold.
Watching them become who they’re meant to be.

But if I’m honest, it’s also the part that breaks me a little.

Because every time they grow, I have to let go.
Of the baby they used to be.
Of the moments I thought would last forever.
Of the version of me that existed when they still needed me for everything.

Motherhood is this constant dance between holding on and letting go.
Cheering them on while silently grieving the days that are already gone.

I’m so proud of who they’re becoming.
But I miss who they were every single day.