She wakes before the world, soft light in gray,
A deep breath grounding her soul for the day.
Not chasing perfect, or plans gone astray—
Just showing up fully, her heart leads the way.
The kids sleep in late (ah, the gift of May),
But she’s already setting the tone of the day.
No yelling, no guilt, no harsh words to replay—
Just calm in her voice and wisdom in what she’ll say.
In the heat of noon, when moods start to fray,
She doesn’t meet chaos with more disarray.
She listens, she watches, she models “okay,”
Teaching respect in a quiet ballet.
There’s laundry and lunches, the usual buffet,
But she sprinkles in laughter and lessons midway.
She knows that connection won’t always obey—
It blooms with intention, not a résumé.
At times she doubts (like any display),
Wondering if stillness will ever outweigh
The tantrums, the testing, the need to survey
Their every emotion, their storm and sunray.
But she knows the truth: that growth isn’t a relay.
It’s small sacred steps that shape every day.
No loud validation, no trophy or bouquet—
Just eyes that meet hers and softly convey:
“I feel safe with you, even when I stray.
You don’t fix me—you guide me. You don’t push me away.”
So as twilight whispers and winds softly sway,
She reflects on the work not seen on display.
She may not be perfect, but in her own way—
She’s raising whole humans who’ll lead in their day.
You don’t have to do it all in one day.
But the way you show up each day
builds the foundation they’ll stand on someday.
This post was created for the Blogaberry Creative (Monthly) Challengewith theme word “DAY”.
