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Bluey Memes & More "Welcome to MoM Life! 🌟 Your go-to hub for all things motherhood - from parenting hacks to self-care tips and everything in between.

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"There are moments in parenthood that take your breath away — not because they’re big or grand, but because they’re simp...
05/08/2025

"There are moments in parenthood that take your breath away — not because they’re big or grand, but because they’re simple. A hug in the yard. A giggle you didn’t want to end. The weight of your little one resting in your arms, trusting you completely. These are the memories that sneak up on you, the ones you know will stay in your heart long after the toys are packed away and the house grows quiet.

Someday, they’ll grow taller, stronger, braver. Someday, these tiny arms won’t fit around your neck, and they won’t need you to hold them this way. But right now, in this fleeting moment, they do — and that is everything.

Parenthood is a thousand little goodbyes and a million tiny hellos. It’s learning to let go while holding on with all you’ve got. It’s bittersweet and beautiful, and it makes your heart ache in ways you never expected.

So here’s to the quiet moments that matter more than we’ll ever know — the everyday magic we’ll spend a lifetime missing once it’s gone."

She won’t remember the book I read that night… But she’ll remember the way I made her feel. Safe. Seen. Completely lov...
05/08/2025

She won’t remember the book I read that night…
But she’ll remember the way I made her feel.
Safe. Seen. Completely loved.

The world gets loud, even for little hearts.
But in this quiet moment — tucked beneath blankets,
under the soft glow of her room —
she has my full attention.

No rushing. No distractions.
Just me, her, and a bedtime story
that somehow says what words can’t:
“I’m here. I’ve got you. Always.”

Because these small moments?
They’re the ones that stay with them.
And with us. 🤍

This is what safety looks like. Two little hearts, wrapped in warmth. Breathing slow. Dreaming deep. Held by love the...
05/08/2025

This is what safety looks like.
Two little hearts, wrapped in warmth.
Breathing slow. Dreaming deep.
Held by love they don’t have to earn.

They don’t know how the world works yet—
but they know this:
They’re safe. They’re home. They’re loved.

And that’s enough.

Because long after the toys are boxed away,
and the bedtime books are closed for good…
what will stay is the feeling.

The peace of being held.
The comfort of being known.
The magic of being loved — just as they are. 🤍

She won’t remember how messy the house was that night. Or how behind I felt. Or how my eyes stung from exhaustion.But ...
05/08/2025

She won’t remember how messy the house was that night.
Or how behind I felt.
Or how my eyes stung from exhaustion.

But she’ll remember this.
The sound of my voice reading her favorite story… again.
The way I pulled the blanket up to her chin.
The way I stayed — even when the day had already taken so much.

She’ll remember feeling safe.
Feeling seen.
Feeling loved — when the world got quiet and all that remained was us.

Because it’s never just a bedtime story.
It’s a soft place to land.
A whisper of “I’m here. I always will be.”

One more story? Always.
Because these are the moments that shape her forever. 🤍

She won’t remember the dishes I didn’t do. Or the emails I left unanswered. Or how tired I was by bedtime.But she will...
05/08/2025

She won’t remember the dishes I didn’t do.
Or the emails I left unanswered.
Or how tired I was by bedtime.

But she will remember this.
The sound of my voice reading her favorite story.
The way I tucked the blanket just right.
The way I stayed—when I could’ve rushed.

Because it’s not about the book.
It’s about the feeling:
Safe. Loved. Seen.

One more story? Always.
Because these are the pages that write her childhood. 🤍

“Oh to become a Grandparent…”—I didn’t know the sound of “Grandma”would echo through my soul—that one small word could s...
05/08/2025

“Oh to become a Grandparent…”
—I didn’t know the sound of “Grandma”
would echo through my soul—
that one small word could stitch me up
and make the broken whole.

I didn’t know their tiny hands
would soften mine with age,
or how I’d turn into a poet
on each bedtime story page.

I didn’t know I’d watch my child
become a parent too,
and feel the past and future meet
in every I love you.

I didn’t know the way I’d ache
for moments I once missed,
or how a chubby cheek pressed close
feels holier than a kiss.

I didn’t know that slowing down
would feel like speeding up—
how little feet and sticky hands
would overflow my cup.

I didn’t know I’d live again
through sidewalk chalk and swings,
that I’d rejoice in jelly stains
and dandelion rings.

So if you see me staring long
or crying in the park,
know I’m just soaking up the joy
that lights me in the dark.

Because when I became the grandparent,
my heart grew wide and wild—
I found the fountain of my youth
inside a grandchild.

I gave up a lot when you came into my life…I lost sleep.My body changed.Quiet moments disappeared.And I rarely saw frien...
05/08/2025

I gave up a lot when you came into my life…

I lost sleep.
My body changed.
Quiet moments disappeared.
And I rarely saw friends anymore.

Even now, I still lose things…
My patience,
My energy,
My focus,
And sometimes, even my peace of mind.

But despite all that… I gained so much more.

Because now I have you.

You are my reason to keep going.
You bring light to my hard days.
You are my heart in human form.

Yes, I gave up so much.
But I’ve never felt more complete.
You didn’t just change my life,
You gave it meaning. đź’–

- Maretism

One day, they won’t climb onto your chest just to play. They won’t beg for “one more minute” of wrestling on the kitche...
05/08/2025

One day, they won’t climb onto your chest just to play.
They won’t beg for “one more minute” of wrestling on the kitchen floor.
They won’t giggle so hard their whole body shakes… just because you’re being silly.

One day, your arms won’t be their favorite place to be.
Your presence won’t be their whole world.
And the floor—this messy, ordinary kitchen floor—won’t hold these sacred little moments anymore.

But today… they’re still little.
Today, they still reach for you with their whole heart.
They still find comfort in your lap,
magic in your laughter,
and safety in your arms.

And I know the days are long.
I know you’re tired.
The dishes are piling up, dinner’s not made,
and there are a hundred things waiting on your list.

But one day, all of that will still be there.
*They won’t.*

So lie down.
Let them climb all over you.
Let the floor become a playground.
Let the laughter echo so loudly it drowns out everything else.

Because these aren’t just moments.
They’re memories in the making.

And one day, when your arms feel too empty,
you’ll close your eyes and come back to this—
the weight of them on your chest,
the sound of their laugh,
and the quiet, overwhelming joy of simply being *their whole world.*

I used to read to them on that same old couch every afternoon.Not because the books were extraordinary, but because the...
05/08/2025

I used to read to them on that same old couch every afternoon.

Not because the books were extraordinary,
but because the moments were.

They’d press up close to me—
tiny legs swinging, heads leaning on my shoulder,
as if my presence alone made the world feel safer.

I’d wear my big pink glasses,
pull out a worn little book with bent corners and crayon scribbles,
and begin to read—slowly, with all the funny voices.

They’d laugh. They’d ask questions.
Sometimes they’d fall asleep before the story ended.

But they were never really listening for the ending anyway.
They were listening for me.
For the steadiness in my voice.
For the way I said their names with love.
For the warmth that filled the room when we simply slowed down.

I didn’t have much to give them—no fancy toys or big trips.
But I gave them my time.
My full attention.
My soft hands and open lap.
My heart.

And now that they’re growing—
now that their legs are longer and their lives are busier—
they don’t fit in my lap the way they used to.

But I hope, with everything in me,
that when life feels heavy or loud…
they remember this.

The quiet afternoons.
The sound of my voice.
The way they were loved without condition.

Because I know one day,
they’ll walk past a bookshelf or pick up an old story,
and just for a moment…
they’ll miss me.

And that memory—
that love that still lingers between the pages—
will remind them that I was always there.

And in some quiet way…
I always will be.

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to.Her head dropped, her little arms wrapped around herself, and in that quie...
04/08/2025

She didn’t say anything.
She didn’t have to.

Her head dropped, her little arms wrapped around herself,
and in that quiet moment… she just needed to be held.

And without hesitation, Bluey moved closer.
Not to fix anything.
Not to talk it through.
Just to sit beside her.
To say with presence what words couldn’t:
*“I’m here.”*

And as a parent watching, my heart cracked wide open.

Because this is what I pray for.
Not just that they’ll grow,
but that they’ll grow gentle.
That they’ll be the kind of people who sit with others in hard moments—
who hold space, not just hands.
Who understand that sometimes, love looks like silence and stillness.

In a world that often rushes past feelings…
this right here is everything.

Five years of stories. Five years of giggles echoing through the house. Five years of quiet lessons tucked inside sill...
04/08/2025

Five years of stories.
Five years of giggles echoing through the house.
Five years of quiet lessons tucked inside silly games.
Five years of growing hearts, little hands, and everyday magic.

What started as simple moments has become something so much more—
a reflection of how childhood feels…
Soft. Honest. Unfiltered.
A little bit messy, and a whole lot meaningful.

It’s not just about the laughs.
It’s about the way it reminds us—
to slow down,
to get on their level,
to remember that these small days are the big ones.

Because behind the drawings, the fridge magnets, the make-believe…
are memories being made.
Connections being built.
Love being spoken in the quietest, most beautiful ways.

Here’s to five years of heart.
Of holding space for childhood in all its wonder.
And for the reminder we all needed:

These moments matter.
They always have.

She didn’t say a word. She just walked over and melted into the arms waiting for her— as if the hug had been held open...
04/08/2025

She didn’t say a word.
She just walked over and melted into the arms waiting for her—
as if the hug had been held open all day, just waiting for her to arrive.

And the other one…
they didn’t ask what was wrong.
Didn’t rush her.
Didn’t need a reason.

They simply held her.
Like their little arms were built for that exact moment.
For carrying what she couldn’t explain.

And I stood there, quietly watching—
knowing I was witnessing something sacred.
Not just a hug,
but the kind of love that doesn’t need words.
The kind that listens with silence.
The kind that says,
*“You don’t have to go through this alone.”*

Because this is what I pray they remember—
that when the world feels too big,
their hearts will still know how to be soft.
How to be safe.
How to say, *“I’m here,”*
without saying anything at all.

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