I don’t want a break from my kids

 I don’t want a break from my kids.

I want a break from the noise.
From the messes I clean just for them to reappear.
From the laundry that multiplies faster than I can fold.
From the dishes stacked high and the to-do list that never stops growing.

But not from their tiny voices calling “Mama.”
Not from their little hands reaching for mine.
Not from the giggles or the chaos or the cuddles that ground me.

They are my peace in the storm.
They remind me what really matters.
They bring me back to the now when the world tries to pull me in a hundred different directions.

It’s everything else.
It’s never been motherhood that’s too much.