Not sure if someone has told you already, but motherhood is a bitch.

I need to make peace with the fact that I love someone else more than life itself, but at the same time, I would just like to be without them for a while. Have a break. Drink a coffee in silence.

And then make peace with the guilt that thought brings.

I’m not the kind of mother who wants her kids with her forever. I want them gone, out of the house when they’re old enough. I want them independent, not relying on me at all. Grown people who can solve their own problems.

I also want them to know that my house will always be a safe haven, and if they ever need help, I’ll move mountains to support them.

It’s funny, right? How both things can be true. But can they?

I sincerely hope so.