
11/07/2025
๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ฎ. ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐จ๐๐๐ค๐ค๐ก๐๐ง.๐
He didnโt want to go to school.
And I didnโt have the energy to explain.
I was tired. Running late.
Trying to hold it all togetherโand failing silently.
So when he said,
โ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃโ๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐๐๐ค๐ค๐ก, ๐๐๐ข๐,โ
I lost it.
I raised my voice.
He cried.
And just like that, the guilt kicked in.
Because it wasnโt really about him.
It was the dishes in the sink.
The unread messages.
The bills.
The mental load.
The weight of being everything for everyone.
And in that moment,
๐ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐โ๐จ ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐จ.
He wasnโt being difficult.
He was justโฆ needing me.
After I buckled him into his seat,
he reached out for my hand.
Still crying.
Still soft.
Still forgiving.
And I?
I wanted to ๐จ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข at the universeโ
๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ช๐จ ๐จ๐ค ๐๐๐จ๐๐ก๐ฎ
๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ฃโ๐ฉ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ๐๐ก๐ซ๐๐จ?
I sat in the car after drop-off and cried.
Because ๐โ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ข.
I just had a ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ.
๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐โ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ต๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ๐:
Messy mornings.
Tears before 8AM.
Sorries whispered into car rides.
And love that chooses to stayโeven on the hard days.
๐๐จ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จโ๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐:
You are not alone.
You are allowed to feel tired.
You are allowed to make mistakes.
And you are still doing a good job.
Not perfect.
But present.
Not flawless.
But full of love.
๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉโ๐จ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ช๐๐. ๐ผ