I’m not a perfect mom

 I’m not a perfect mom.

I’ve said things I wish I could take back.
I’ve had days where my patience ran thin.
I’ve reacted before I took a breath.
I’ve made mistakes that still sit heavy on my heart.

But I’ve also loved deeply.
I’ve stayed up through long nights and early mornings.
I’ve cheered for you in moments big and small.
I’ve held space for your feelings, even when I didn’t know how to handle mine.

My love has never been quiet or small.
It’s been messy, loud, constant, and full of fire.
It’s shown up even when I’ve been exhausted or broken.
It’s wrapped you up when the world felt too heavy.

So no, I’m not perfect.
But I’m here. I’m growing. I’m learning.
And I love you with every ounce of who I am.

And at the end of the day, I hope that’s what you carry with you most.