09/30/2025
Motherhood taught me something no parenting book ever did.
🍼I’ve known the weight of diaper bags, the minutes it takes to nurse a baby, the exact ounces that stood between me and another sleepless night.
I’ve known the invisible math of motherhood … lunches packed, shoes tied, permission slips signed, and an extra snack tucked in for the after-school activity.📝
What I didn’t know until recently is how a child’s silence at the dinner table can press heavier on my chest than any diaper bag ever did.
One night at dinner I asked my daughter about her day for the second time, and she said, “fine,” as she twirled her spaghetti around on her plate.
She didn’t expound on why, even with further questions, so I let it go for now. 🍝
Later, I sat in the kitchen aching over the silence between us.
📲That’s when I thought of the little Google Doc on my phone … the one where I sometimes jot down the silly or ironic things my kids or my husband say.
Those one-liners always make me laugh later.
They remind me that under the chaos and chores, what really matters are the moments that sparkle.
So the next morning I tried something different.
“Tell me one thing that made you smile yesterday,” I asked my daughter.
🍿 She lit up. “I made it across the monkey bars and I had my favorite snack!”
I didn’t add it to the doc, but I carried it with me all day.
Motherhood is often measured in laundry, bills, and to-do lists.🧺
📆 Marriage is often measured in schedules, responsibilities, and the number of date nights on the calendar.
And love is measured in presence.♥️
✨It’s simply: I see you.
