When it’s my time

 When it’s my time to go bury me with a picture of my kids.

Because nothing in this world has ever meant more to me than being their mom. Not the titles I held. Not the things I owned. Not a single achievement anyone else thought was important.

What mattered were the nights I stayed awake just to soothe them. The tiny hands that reached for me without hesitation. The laughter that pulled me through days I didn’t think I’d survive. The tears we cried together. The hugs that healed parts of me I didn’t even know were broken.

If you want to understand who I was, look at them.
Look at the way they were loved.
Look at the way they grew.
That’s where my whole heart lived.