I’m a Type C mom

 I’m a Type C mom.

The kind who’s just figuring it out as she goes, hoping the coffee kicks in before the chaos does.

I love structure, but most mornings I’m just surviving with a to-do list in my head and quiet prayers on my lips.
I love a clean space, but the laundry lives in baskets and the junk drawer? Let’s not talk about that.
My phone is probably charged, but don’t ask me where I left it.
I panic about being late, but still manage to walk out the door ten minutes behind schedule.

I’m the mom who shows up anyway.
The one cheering the loudest on the sidelines… even if we barely made it to the game.
The one who gets touched out and overwhelmed, but keeps showing up with a soft heart.

I’m not perfect. I lose my cool.
But I love big. I stay real.
Everyday I’m just doing my best to raise kind, safe, happy little humans.

If you related to this post you might be a type c mom too and you’re not alone. You never were.