I’m a girls’ girl

 I’m a girls’ girl. But I’m a mother first.

I will hype you up.
Defend you in rooms you’re not in.
Celebrate your wins.
Hold space for your hard seasons.

But if you are not good to your kids, I cannot sit beside that.

I don’t care how funny you are.
How trendy you are.
How misunderstood you say you are.

Children don’t have the power to advocate for themselves the way adults do.

They don’t get to leave.
They don’t get to set boundaries.
They don’t get to explain their side.

They just absorb it.

And once you become a mother, your tolerance shifts.

I don’t bond over gossip about your kids.
I don’t laugh at humiliation disguised as “jokes.”
I don’t normalize cruelty and call it honesty.

You can be imperfect. We all are.
You can be overwhelmed. We all get there.

But consistent unkindness to a child is not something I can clap for.

I am a girls’ girl.

But I am a mother first.

And I will always choose the child.