Some days feel light

 Some days feel light.

The to-do list gets done, the kids are content, and I somehow find the energy to keep up with it all.
Dinner is planned, the house feels calm, and I catch myself thinking I might actually have this figured out.

Other days feel heavy.
Everything is loud, I’m tired before the day even starts, and the smallest tasks feel impossible.
I sit in the middle of the mess, unsure of where to begin, just doing my best to hold on.

But no matter what kind of day it is, I’m still here.
Still trying.
Still loving.
And that will always be enough.