Every evening I empty backpacks.
Every evening I catch a glimpse of their day.
And almost every evening, I find a note on an assignment that says "I love mom."
Almost every evening when I'm exhausted and feeling like I'm falling short in a million different ways, this little note brings me back.
It brings me back to remembering that I'm their person.
It reminds me that even when I'm not with them, they miss me and are thinking of me when they have a free second...much like I do them.
And when I feel like I'm not enough, that sweet little voice reminds me "you're my mommy and I want you to know I love you." Then I remember that even on my worst day, I'm what they need and that's enough.
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