Some days, I wake up and the house already feels like it’s given up on itself. Crumbs on the floor, unsorted toys from the night before, a toddler who’s clearly woken up on the wrong side of the bed; and somehow, amidst the madness, I catch myself smiling. Not out of joy, but disbelief.

Still, I smile.

This is the new face of love.

Before motherhood, I thought love looked like impeccable homes, candlelit dinners, and reading poetry to my daughter.
Now it looks like reheated coffee and holding space for a tiny human’s very big feelings. It’s wiping tears; both hers and mine, and still making breakfast, even when all I want is to hide in the bathroom.

💭 Because here’s what I’ve learned:

Love doesn’t need perfection to thrive.
It just needs presence and sometimes, a bit of practice.

The chaos is loud and constant.
But the love? It’s quieter. Steady. Unshakable

Tucked between “Mama, Mama, Mama” and the hush of a child asleep on your chest

It is in the third bedtime story that you didn’t want to read.
The same one you’ll ache for when they’re older.

So if your life feels like a whirlwind and you’re wondering if you’re doing any of it right, maybe don’t.

Maybe love and mess aren’t meant to be separated.

Maybe love is the mess.