06/03/2026
I wrote this at 2am because I couldn’t sleep and I couldn’t explain what I was feeling. Motherhood has shaken me to my core in ways I never could have prepared for, in the best, most overwhelming, most beautiful, most challenging ways all at once. It cracks you open and rebuilds you into someone you don’t fully recognize yet, but somehow love more than you ever thought possible.
And yet, in the middle of all of it, this one thought keeps stopping me cold, this is the smallest he’ll ever be. Right now, in this moment. And that’s both the most beautiful and the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever sat with.
Writing this poem was healing in a way I didn’t expect. Sometimes you just need to get it out of your chest and onto a page to finally breathe again. If you’re in the thick of it too, the sleepless nights, the aching love, the bittersweet of watching them grow, just know you’re not alone in feeling all of it at once.
Because truth be told, even when they’re grown, my babies they’ll always be. 🤍
