It was bedtime.
Teeth not brushed.
Pajamas still on the floor.
Giggling when I had nothing left to give.

“Why does this have to be so hard?” I said — too sharply.

The room went quiet.

One of my kids looked at me with wide eyes.
Not defiant.
Just small.

And I realized — they weren’t being difficult.
They were being children.

And I was exhausted.

So I sat down on the bed.

“I’m sorry. Mommy is just really tired. Let’s try again.”

Their shoulders dropped.
One climbed into my lap.

Nothing dramatic changed.

But everything softened.

Sometimes the lesson isn’t obedience.

It’s repair.

It’s showing our children that love doesn’t disappear when emotions rise.
That home is still safe.
That we can reset.

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A mother of 4 of the cutest children. I have seen the ups and downs in motherhood. Subscribe to this newsletter to hear my raw and honest thoughts on the joys and chaos of motherhood.