To the moms who cry in silence

 To the moms who cry in silence, then wipe their tears before anyone sees.

To the ones who are trying to be the soft place they never had.

This work is heavy.
It’s lonely.
It’s exhausting.

But it’s also sacred.
Every time you choose love over what you were taught.
Every time you stay when you want to run.
Every time you give your child what no one gave you
You are breaking chains.
You are rewriting everything.

That matters more than you know.
Keep going. Even on the days it hurts.
Especially on the days it hurts.