I love my kids with every ounce of me

 I love my kids with every ounce of me.

But I’m not sad when they go to bed.

That quiet after the chaos?
That moment when the house finally exhales?
It’s sacred.

It’s where I find myself again.
Where I sit in silence and remember that I’m more than just a mom.
That I’m allowed to rest too.

Loving them deeply and needing space can exist in the same breath.
And that doesn’t make me a bad mom.
It makes me human.

And tonight, I’m choosing to soak in the stillness.
Guilt-free.