I read this and had to share.

BRILLIANT!!!!

unfortunately I cannot give credit to the writer as it was not signed off.


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I don't mother quietly.

My kids know my voice.
They know my laugh, my sarcasm, my frustration, my softness.
They know that emotions don't have to be whispered to be valid.

I don't tiptoe through motherhood trying to be palatable.
I don't water myself down so I look easier to digest.
I don't believe love has to be silent to be safe.

My home is loud sometimes.
Not chaotic in a careless way... loud in a living way.
Music playing, opinions shared, feelings felt all the way through.

I let my kids see me human.
Resting when I need to.
Speaking up when something matters.
Owning my mistakes instead of pretending I don't make them.

I'm not raising kids to shrink themselves for comfort.
I'm raising kids who know their voices belong to them.

So no... I don't mother quietly.
I mother honestly.

And my kids don't need a softer version of me.
They need the real one.