Mature Mom šŸ†• Extended

And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

So I parent with urgency .

And when my little one looks up at me with those eyes and says, "I love you, Mommy," I don’t hear a clock ticking. mature mom

I don’t mourn the nights I lost at clubs. I don’t envy the spontaneous trips my childless friends take. I’ve had my spontaneity. I’ve had my late nights. I’ve had my selfish seasons. And you know what

You are a testament to the fact that life doesn’t follow a script. That some doors only open when you have the strength to walk through them. That your child didn’t get a tired, burnt-out, uncertain version of you. And when my little one looks up at

There is a grief that comes with this, too. A quiet, private one.

I say "I love you" like it’s punctuation. I take the video even when I’m embarrassed to be the oldest one at the recital. I sit in the floor even though my knees will hate me tomorrow. I say yes to the cookies. I say yes to the cuddles. I say no to the unnecessary stress.