29/01/2026
I really wanted to share this heart felt post from Special Soul Mama. The words and feelings are so true.
I leave a part of myself at the school gate every morning.
I buckle him in. I unbuckle him. I pass his hand into someone else’s.
And my body doesn’t understand that I’m allowed to leave.
He doesn’t speak.
So I carry his words for him.
His fear. His tired. His please be gentle.
I pack it all into the space between my ribs and I walk away.
People call the hours after this a break.
But my nervous system stays standing.
I listen for my phone even when it’s silent.
I picture him trying to hold it together.
I wonder which parts of him will be seen, and which parts will be corrected.
The world is quieter.
But my body is loud.
It doesn't feel like rest.
It feels like holding my breath with my eyes open.
Because when your child needs you to be their voice, their safety, their calm, you don’t clock off just because you’re not in the room.
School isn’t a break from caring.
It’s the longest stretch of trust I make all day.
And when I drive away, I don’t feel free.
I feel split in two.
- Christine | Special Soul Mama