To the mama who may question, doubt, fear, and feel all too quickly that time is passing faster than you think it should…

reminder that the ones who call you mamma… call YOU mamma.

mamma.

The one who soothes, comforts, sacrifices, and rocks her rosy cheeked babe, into the wee hours of the night.

mamma.

The one who works daily, wondering what you are missing out on at home.

mamma.

The one who is in the thick of mommying around the clock, longing for adult interaction, or a career that would get you out of the house.

mamma.

To the one who feels like despite her efforts, she’s not good enough, as she scrolls through pinterest pinning another meal that will probably never be made, knowing in her behind the scenes that don’t make the social media cut, that some nights – day old pizza or grilled cheese are a winning meal in your home.

mamma.

to the one, who even on hard days, can cook a 3 course meal, have laundry folded, and the dishes put up.

mamma.

To the one who holds the hands, and grasps the heats of the little babes that she once prayed would grow in her tummy, and are here – growing up, and losing their baby curls.

mamma.

to the one who’s still praying, believing, and trusting that the miracle she’s praying for, will one day call her,

mamma.