Motherhood is a lot like buying Christmas presents

 Motherhood is a lot like buying Christmas presents

Somehow it feels like I’m not doing enough
And doing too much at the same time

I’m overthinking every little thing
Wondering if I should add more
Worrying if I already went overboard
Hoping they feel the love in all the ways I try to give it

Motherhood is the same kind of pressure
The same kind of heart
Trying so hard to make magic out of thin air
Trying to get it right even when I’m exhausted

But at the end of the day
They don’t remember the price tags or the wrapping
They remember the way it felt
Warm
Loved
Safe

And that part
I already give without even trying

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