I didn’t read this somewhere.
I didn’t copy this from a book.
I wrote this…
in between packing tiffins, checking homework, replying to messages, and reheating my tea for the third time. ☕💛
Because this is my life.
Because this is our life.
Yes, I get tired.
Yes, I’m imperfect.
Yes, I’m singing nursery rhymes all over again.
And yes… I love being a mom. 🤍
If this felt like your story too, share it with a mom who might need to hear this today. 🌿
— Written by me, for every mother who shows up every single day.
