I don’t want to be their first heartbreak

 I don’t want to be their first heartbreak

Their first fear
Their first wound to carry into adulthood

I want to be the voice in their head that says
You’re safe
You’re loved
You’re enough

So I raise them gently
Even when I wasn’t raised that way
Even when it would be easier to yell
Even when my patience is running on empty

Because I’m not just raising kids
I’m shaping how they’ll speak to themselves
How they’ll choose partners
How they’ll set boundaries
How they’ll treat their own children someday

I’m raising them gently
So they won’t have to spend years healing from the way I loved them 

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