If you asked me how I felt about being a mom... I’d tell you this: I feel like I’m part of something really special. A messy, beautiful, sacred kind of sisterhood. It’s wanting five minutes alone... and then missing them the second it’s quiet. (It’s me hiding in the pantry for a snack break I don’t have to share) It’s doing everything for everyone. Diapers, dishes, drop offs, dinner and wondering if it’s enough. It’s loving so hard it hurts. They’re teaching you more about yourself than you thought possible. And even when I’m running on fumes, I find more to give. Somehow. Then the moments— tiny toddler hugs, late night giggles, whispering “I love you, mama” - that fill my heart to the brim. I’m learning how to show up tired, messy, unsure and give the kind of love I didn’t know I was capable of. It’s chaotic, it’s fulfilling, it’s beautiful, it’s magical. So hard and yet the best thing to happen to me. To every mom- new, expecting, grieving, healing, going through the trenches- I see you. Happy Mother’s Day🤍