A mother’s love never stops.

That’s the blessing.
That’s the challenge.

Before I open my eyes each morning, I’m already busy mapping out our family’s day.

But it’s not because I have to - it’s because I want the best life for my children.

My husband sometimes looks at me with this plea of “You don’t have to do all that, you know.” Only, I feel called to.

My heart will do it no matter what.

So, I endure the daily marathon:

The fickle breakfasts of “No, I want that not that!”
The morning blitz of mittens and backpacks and fragile projects.
The spilled milk and rejected lunches.
The after-school meltdowns and endless car shuttling.
The sibling refereeing and creative problem-making.
The homework and independence battles.
The puddles and toothbrush tug of war.

But, through it all, a mother’s love carries me.

It finds the smile in the tears.
It finds the potential in the mistakes.
It finds the precious child in the chaos.

And because this mother gives it her all, my children can, too.

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