I won’t always get it right. Most days, I still mess up. They see me yell, they watch me make mistakes, they witness my heartache + uncertainty. But they see so much more than just that. They watch mama lift her hands + praise Jesus. They see me begin again when I stumble. They watch me seek hope amidst the uncertainty. They see a woman who passes herself so much grace. They know I am human, and this allows them to come as they are, too. Mamas, they need our realness more than they need us pretending perfection. ❤️
