Life Lately

I built a home on my back—
Brick by brick with babies on my hips.
And still, he watches it all
Like a guest, not a builder.

When he had nothing, you supported all his needs and more. But now that he has everything, he counts everything he’s given you—forgetting that you were there for him when he had nothing.

You know what’s tiring? Doing all you can for them, only to realize at the end of the day that you’ve lost yourself in the process.

A mom’s strength isn’t in how much she can handle, but in how silently she does it.