Be incredibly proud of yourself.
Not just for the things people see.
Be proud of the nights you stayed
up worrying about your children.
The mornings you got out of bed
exhausted and showed up anyway.
The sacrifices no one noticed.
The healing you did quietly while
still caring for everyone else. The
moments you felt like giving up,
but kept going because your
children needed you. The world
may never fully see everything
you carry. But every
tear, every prayer, every sleepless
night, and every act of love matters.
That is motherhood.
That is strength.