The fleeting moments

I have one shot at motherhood..

A few short years of tiny army’s around my neck.

Tiny fingers entangled with mine, of reading stories and sleepy snuggles..

Of dirty hand marks across my walls and crumbs all over the floors..

A fleeting season of shoes everywhere, laundry piling up m and forehead kisses.

The tiny arms around my neck are becoming long and grown..

Before I know it, the messy rooms, will become empty rooms..

The giggles in the night will become silence..

There’s just this one shot.

I want these years to be filled with love, affection and connection.. not regrets.

I want my home to be a haven, not a battleground.

I’d rather win hearts than power struggles.

I want my children to have a childhood they don’t need to recover from.

❤︎