The Trying Mama

01/02/2026

12/31/2025

Don’t be the reason.

12/29/2025

Let them be little,
Let them be silly,
Let them giggle,
Let them explore,
Let them ask for you to read that story once more,

They’re only little for so long,
Then one day these precious tender moments are gone,
The memories carried with you like a delicate old song,
Let them play,
Let them sing,
This will all be gone in a blink,

One day these little moments will feel like a distant dream 💭 ❤️

12/28/2025

Let me emphasize something important 💯

You have only one chance to raise your children. Just one. Once it’s gone, it doesn’t come back. Every word you say, every action you take, leaves an impact. Your children will remember how you made them feel and what you prioritized.

You often hear people say how quickly kids grow up – and it’s true. They grow up in the blink of an eye, and once they’re grown, there’s no going back to change things.

This isn’t about the gifts you bought or the vacations you took. It’s about the lessons you taught them through your words and actions. You have the power to shape how your child views the world, how they treat others, and how they allow others to treat them. Take a look in the mirror, because that person holds someone’s childhood in their hands.

Your words and actions MATTER.

12/26/2025

“Why don’t you two take a vacation alone?”

“It’s always with your kids.”

They say it like this season is something to rush through.
Like we’re wasting it.

But they don’t see us
sitting shoulder to shoulder in the kiddie pool.
Wrinkled fingers.
Chlorine in our hair.
Being splashed by kids running and jumping.

They don’t see the way our kids keep checking to make sure we’re still there.
Still watching.
Still smiling.

They don’t hear the laughter that comes from a place so pure it almost hurts.
The kind that only exists when someone feels completely safe.

They don’t know this is the vacation.

One day, we will go alone.
Just the two of us.
No snacks to pack.
No little hands pulling at us.
No one yelling “watch this!”

And it will be quiet.
Too quiet.

We’ll walk past a kiddie pool somewhere.
Blue water.
Tiny chairs lined up.
Parents sitting in the same spot we used to sit.

And something in our chest will crack open.

Because we’ll see it all at once.
The wet hair.
The floaties.
The way they used to run back to us like we were home.

And we’ll whisper,
“Remember when we used to do this as a family?”

Remember when we thought we were tired.
Remember when we didn’t know those were the best days of our lives.

The days we were stuck in the kiddie pool
with everything that mattered right in front of us.

We’re not missing out.

We’re holding on.

Because one day,
these kids won’t need us there.
And we would give anything
to be tired
and stuck
and surrounded by them
just one more time.

12/26/2025

If you know, you know.

12/25/2025

You did it🤍

12/23/2025

I cannot wait 🥹

12/23/2025

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if someone cuts ties with you because of how you treated or behaved in front of their children, and they clearly tell you not to give their kids gifts, then don’t do it.

That doesn’t mean mailing them anyway.
That doesn’t mean slipping them through someone else.
That doesn’t mean trying to go around the parents to ease your own guilt.

All that does is prove the boundary was necessary.

It’s blatant disrespect.
It’s ignoring a direct request.
And it shows, once again, that you don’t care about the children or the parents. You care about control, access, and making yourself feel better.

Boundaries aren’t suggestions.