They used to say, “Just wait until you have kids who act just like you.”

 They used to say, “Just wait until you have kids who act just like you.”

Like it was some kind of curse. A punishment.

But now I do. I have kids who are sensitive like I was. Who feel everything deeply. Who get overwhelmed, who need extra love, who ask big questions and cry when the world feels too loud.

And instead of punishing them for that, I sit with them in it. I hold them. I whisper gentle words I once needed to hear.

Because having them showed me something no one ever did when I was younger.

It’s actually not hard to love someone like me.

It’s not hard to be patient. Or to choose kindness instead of shame. It’s not hard to protect their spirit instead of trying to break it.

I have kids just like me. And they will grow up knowing they were never too much. They will grow up knowing they were always enough.