Some mornings

 Some mornings, I wake up feeling like I’ve got it all together. I tell myself today will be different. I breathe deep, I pour my coffee, I plan for peace.

But by 10 a.m.? I’m overwhelmed. I’m touched out. I’m running on empty while trying to fill everyone else’s cup. And the guilt hits hard.

Because I love my kids more than anything, but I’m still allowed to lose my patience. I’m allowed to cry in the laundry room. I’m allowed to feel like I’m failing sometimes.

That doesn’t make me a bad mom. That makes me a human mom. One who shows up anyway. One who starts fresh every morning, even knowing it might all unravel before lunch.

If that’s you too, you’re not alone. You’re seen. You’re doing better than you think.

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