Today was one of those days. The kind where everything feels heavy, chaotic, and utterly overwhelming. My four-year-old son, full of energy and mischief, seemed to push every boundary imaginable. From the moment he woke up until the second his little head hit the pillow, the house echoed with his shouts, and laughter.
I tried to keep my cool. I really did. But no amount of deep breaths or whispered prayers could stop the tidal wave of frustration from crashing over me. He darted from room to room, ignoring every word I said, throwing toys, and testing limits like it was his full-time job.
I ask myself daily: Am I doing enough? Am I being patient enough? Loving enough? Because no matter how hard I try, it feels like I fall short every single day. I want to be the calm, nurturing mom who has it all together. But most days, I’m just surviving.
By the time bedtime rolls around, I’m so drained that I want to collapse on the couch. But instead, I crawl into bed next to him. As he snuggles close to me, his tiny body finally still, the weight of the day fades. I look at his sweet face, and I’m reminded why I keep trying.
No matter how wild the day was, no matter how many times I lost my temper or felt like giving up, this moment is what matters. The love I have for my son outweighs all the stress and chaos.
In those quiet nighttime moments, I whisper to myself: We’ll get there. We’ll figure this out together. One day, the tantrums will fade, the yelling will stop, and the wildness will settle. But for now, this is where we are.
And while I can’t control everything, I can hold onto this truth: my son knows he is loved. Deeply. Fiercely. Unconditionally.
To every mom out there who feels like she’s barely holding it together: I see you. You’re not alone. You’re doing your best, and that’s more than enough. Some days will feel impossible, but in the end, love is what wins.
From Chaos to Cozy 