I’m not a perfect mom

 I’m not a perfect mom.

I’ve made mistakes. I’ve lost my patience. I’ve cried behind closed doors wondering if I’m doing any of this right.

But then I look at my kids.
At the way they laugh from their bellies.
At the way they reach for me when they’re hurt.
At the way they love so big, so open, so unfiltered.

And I realize…
Maybe I didn’t get everything right.
But I got them right.

And that’s more than enough. 

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