If you asked me...

If you asked me how I did as a mom, I'd say I did my best.

I showed up. I loved hard. I kept going.

But if you asked me deeper, I'd say: I'm sorry for the moments I was short tempered or overwhelmed.

I'm sorry if my unhealed parts ever made you feel small. I'm sorry for the times I let my stress speak louder than my love.

Please know my messiness was never a reflection of your worth. You are my greatest gift.

And I'm still learning, even now, how to love you better.

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I hope one day you’ll understand that motherhood doesn’t come with a guide, and many days I was building myself while trying to raise you at the same time. Sometimes I stumbled, not because you deserved any less, but because I was still healing parts of myself I didn’t even know were broken.

I hope you remember the laughter, the warmth, the moments I tried again even after I failed. I hope you see the strength it took to keep showing up when life felt heavy on my shoulders. I hope you recognize that every choice I made—right or wrong—was rooted in a love deeper than anything I’d ever known.

And if you ever felt unseen, know that I was fighting to become the version of myself you deserved. You taught me patience, forgiveness, and how to grow beyond my limits. You made me softer and stronger in the same breath.

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