I just hope I’ve loved my kids loud enough and soft enough

 I just hope I’ve loved my kids loud enough and soft enough.

That I’ve held them close enough.

That I’ve reminded them enough times that they don’t have to be anyone other than who they are.

Because one day the world will yell at them to be more. To do more. To prove themselves.

And I hope when that happens, there’s still a small part of them that hears me.

Whispering that they are already enough.

Always have been. Always will be.