I still mother them….

Sometimes I wonder how I can try so hard to do the right thing and still feel like it’s not good enough. I question what I said, what I did, what I could have done differently. And there are days when I feel like packing all my things in a bag and running away.

I don’t even know where I would go. Somewhere I could put everything down for a little while. Somewhere nobody needed an answer, an explanation, or one more thing from me. Because sometimes even the things you do with love get heavy.

I know I can’t make everybody happy. But knowing that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when my best falls short. Sometimes I’m tired, and I don’t have another way to explain it or the energy to try.

Tonight, this is where I am. I don’t have a beautiful lesson to wrap around it. I’m giving myself permission to have a hard day without making it mean I’m failing. To leave a few things unanswered and let myself rest. I can care deeply and still need a minute.