🛁 The Last Bath Time 🛁

🫧 A love Letter to the Moments That Made Me a Mother 🫧

💚 Reflections from my heart 💚

✨ There are memories that don’t just resurface… they unlock you. Today, one found me. A quiet, tender one.

Bath time with my babies..

I thought about the way their laughter echoed in the bathroom, the way there little curls clung to their foreheads, how the water danced on their soft skin and my whole world slowed to a whisper. I can still smell the lavender and chamomile baby soap I used to use to relax them. I can still feel the way my heart would exhale in those little sacred rituals. Stolen moments in time when it was just us. I cherished them and I didn’t even realize that some of those moments would be that last time.

Nobody tells you that the “lasts” don’t come with a warning. They creep up on you, when you least expect it.

No one says, “This is the last time you’ll wash their hair or the last time they’ll need your arms to feel safe falling asleep”.

And now, here I am. Sitting in tears, with the weight of it all.

Watching them become.

And i’m so grateful….so proud..

But I’m being completely honest..a little heart broken too.

Because life doesn’t just move…it changes you. And lately, I feel like i’m standing on the backend of time. Not quite where I started, but also not quite where I thought i’d be. Just here. A woman with grown kids, an open heart and a million memories tucked inside my heart.

And maybe this part of my life…the part where the house is quieter, where the moments are more internal…is sacred too. (i’m learning)

Maybe this version of me is not running out of time…but stepping into the kind of love that stays, even after the bubbles fade.

So this is my love letter to the mama I was..

The one who stayed up too late folding laundry

or spending entire Sunday’s dedicated to movies we watched to many time while braiding and twisting curls with bubbles hanging from the ends.

The one who found poetry in everyday moments.

And the one who gave her babies everything and didn’t even know it.

You did good, mama.

And you still are. ❤️