The feeling

They say it’s not the things children remember, it’s the way we make them feel.

And I think it’s the same for mothers.

It’s not the washing piled up in the corner we’ll remember. It’s the feeling we get from seeing their little bodies having fun in the clothing we make sure they have.

It’s not the disorganised drawers and missing pieces in toy sets. It’s the feeling we get from their bodies melting into ours when we choose to welcome that instead.

It’s not the Pinterest hairstyle we didn’t get the chance to try again today. It’s the feeling we get when their tiny fingers grab onto a lock of our messy mane when they nurse.

It’s not the new toddler bed we thought they’d use. It’s the feeling we get when they prefer the comfort of being close to our bodies over all else.

It’s not the dust on the surfaces and the cobwebs in every corner. It’s feeling, to the core, that we have made someone feel like home no matter where their house is.

It’s not the thing.

It’s the feeling.

For our children.

And for us.

And while we may not always feel seen as mothers, we are the behind the scenes

making the feeling.

And that right there -

That’s what memories are made of.