If I’m getting myself a fancy coffee

 If I’m getting myself a fancy coffee, they’re getting a treat too.

Because I’m not sipping an iced latte with oat milk and a caramel drizzle while telling my kids no, you can just watch. That feels illegal.

Motherhood isn’t about denying joy until everyone else is grown. It’s about sharing the small happy things while we’re here. A cake pop. A donut hole. A muffin we all swear we’ll split and then don’t.

They see me choose myself in little ways.
I show them that joy isn’t selfish.
That treats don’t need to be earned through suffering.
That life can be sweet without a reason.

So yes.
If mom’s coffee order has a personality,
their snacks are coming along for the ride.

Balance.
Solidarity.
And crumbs in the car.