One of the biggest loads

 One of the biggest loads I carry as a mom is deciding what everyone wants to eat every night forever.

The planning. The guessing. The cooking. The cleaning. The doing it all again tomorrow.

And still, somehow, I pull it off.

I’m really proud of myself for all the nights everyone goes to bed with a full belly.
Even on the days I’m exhausted.
Even when I’m touched out and running on fumes.
Even when dinner is nothing fancy.

Feeding a family is heavy work.
Loving them through it is heavier.
And I’m doing both.