I’m not a sad beige mom

 I’m not a sad beige mom

I’m a yes, hang your art on the walls mom
A sure, paint your room whatever color you want mom
A fingerprints on the windows mom
A crumbs on the floor from snack time mom

I’m a messy tables mean creating
A loud laughter filling the house
A toys in the corners because life is being lived

This house isn’t curated for the internet
It’s built for memories
For expression
For kids who know their voices matter

Childhood is meant to be lived in
Not muted
Not staged
Not beige