17/03/2025
A Love Letter to Tired Moms
To the mom running on empty, questioning if sheโs enough - I see you. I feel you. And I need you to hear this:
To the mama who rises before the sun,
With heavy eyes, yet heart undone -
You carry the weight of tiny hands,
Dreams folded softly in your plans.
I see you in the quiet blur,
In whispered hush, in midnight stir.
You give, and give, and give some more,
Until your soul feels worn and sore.
But dear one, pause - just for a breath,
A sacred moment, nothing left
But you. Your heartbeat, steady, wise.
A chance to look up at the skies.
You are not only the love you pour,
Not only the chores, the open door -
You are the pulse beneath it all,
Deserving rest, a gentle fall.
So lay down the weight, if just for a minute,
A quiet life exists within it.
Breathe deep. Place a hand on your heart.
Come home to yourself - your perfect start.
Your worth isnโt measured by how much you do but by the love you give. Breathe, mama. You are enough. ๐
Drop a ๐ if you needed this today. ๐คฒโจ