Because apparently that’s when everyone in the house suddenly needs something.

There is a sacred moment in every mother’s day.

It comes after the dishes are mostly done.
After the laundry is folded (or at least transferred to the couch).
After the baby is finally asleep and the house goes quiet.

It’s the moment you sit down.

And somehow… that’s when everything begins.

☕ The calm before the chaos

Last night, I made myself a cup of tea.
Hot. Real hot. The kind that feels like self-care.

I sat down on the couch.
Pulled up a blanket.
Took one deep, victorious breath.

And then—

“Mommy, I’m thirsty.”
“Mom, he touched my stuff.”
“Mommy, I can’t find my pajamas.”
The baby woke up.

My tea? Still untouched.
My blanket? Gone.
My peace? Brief but memorable.

🌪️ Why moms never really clock out

Motherhood doesn’t come with office hours.

There’s no official closing time.
No “out of office” reply.
No button that says pause.

Even in the quiet, we’re listening.

For footsteps.
For coughing.
For the suspicious silence that usually means someone is coloring on a wall.

We run on instinct.
On half-sleep.
On love so strong it somehow powers tired bones and heavy eyes.

💭 The invisible work no one applauds

No one claps when you:

Cut sandwiches into the right shapes
Remember who hates crusts this week
Find the missing shoe in under 30 seconds
Translate toddler emotions like a professional therapist
Hold it together when you really want to cry in the pantry

But these are the things that build a childhood.

Not the big vacations.
Not the perfect photos.

The ordinary moments.
The showing up.
The answering “Mom?” for the hundredth time in one hour.

🤍 A quiet realization

Later that night, I reheated my tea.

It wasn’t as warm.
But somehow, it tasted better.

Because one child hugged me goodnight.
Another whispered, “You’re the best mommy.”
And the baby finally slept on my shoulder, heavy and peaceful.

And I thought—

Maybe this is the miracle.

Not the quiet.
Not the rest.

But being needed.
Being trusted.
Being their safe place.

Even when my tea gets cold.

🏠 The truth we don’t say out loud

Motherhood is exhausting.

But it is also sacred.
And messy.
And loud.
And unbelievably meaningful.

So tonight, if you finally sit down…
and someone calls your name—

Take a breath.

Your tea can wait.
This season won’t.

Love

Rochel

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.