To the mom

 To the mom up at 3am with tired eyes and a heart full of worry googling “is it normal for my toddler to…”

I see you.

I see the way you toss and turn, replaying the day in your head, wondering if you did enough, if you were patient enough, if you’re messing them up somehow.

I see the love behind every frantic late-night search. The way you want to be the best mom possible for that tiny human who depends on you for everything.

You’re doing your best.

Even on the days you feel like you’re falling apart. Even when your patience is thin and your house is a mess and your hair hasn’t been washed in days.

That’s more than enough.

Because one day your little one is going to grow up and they’ll never question if they were loved. They’ll know. They’ll know because of you. Because of every 3am google search, every hug, every tear you wiped away.

And that, mama, is what matters most.