“I Wonder What Version of Me My Kids Will Remember”
There are days I catch myself staring in the mirror a little longer than usual…
Not because I’m fixing my hair or makeup—
but because I’m trying to pull myself together before I walk back out that door.
Because motherhood doesn’t pause just because I’m overwhelmed.
It doesn’t wait until I feel okay again.
And sometimes I wonder…
What version of me will my kids remember?
Will they remember the mom who needed a few extra minutes in the bathroom just to breathe?
The one who felt stretched too thin, overstimulated, and unsure if she was getting any of it right?
Or will they remember something else?
Will they remember the mom who still showed up—
even on the days she felt like she had nothing left to give?
The one who got out of bed when she was exhausted.
The one who made the meals, even when she didn’t feel like eating herself.
The one who gave hugs, kisses, and “I love you’s” like they were second nature…
even when inside, she was quietly falling apart.
Because here’s the truth we don’t talk about enough:
Motherhood isn’t perfect.
It’s messy.
It’s emotional.
It’s overwhelming in ways no one can fully prepare you for.
And some days…
you’re not the mom you wanted to be.
But you’re still the mom they need.
I think about the moments I didn’t get it right.
The times I raised my voice.
The times I felt touched out, burned out, and just… done.
Those moments sit heavy.
But then there are the other moments too—
The bedtime snuggles.
The random “I love you, Mom.”
The way they still come to me when they’re hurt, scared, or need comfort.
And it makes me wonder if maybe… just maybe…
They don’t see me the way I see myself.
Maybe they don’t replay the hard moments the way I do.
Maybe they don’t keep score of the times I fell short.
Maybe they just remember that I was there.
That no matter what I was going through…
I stayed.
I showed up.
I kept going.
I loved them—through the chaos, through the exhaustion, through the healing.
And maybe that’s what matters most.
Not perfection.
Not having it all together.
But presence.
Because we’re all still learning.
We’re all still healing.
We’re all trying to figure this out as we go.
And doing that while raising little humans?
That’s not failure.
That’s strength.
So if you’re in a season where you feel like you’re barely holding it together…
I want you to hear this:
Your kids don’t need a perfect mom.
They need you.
Exactly as you are.
Showing up.
Trying again.
Loving them anyway.
And one day…
I truly believe they won’t remember the moments you struggled to hold it together.
They’ll remember the love.
The comfort.
The safety.
They’ll remember that you were there.
🧡 ⎯thee unfiltered mama
