There’s a lie that creeps in around Sunday evening. It whispers that you should’ve gotten more done. That the laundry should already be folded. That you should’ve meal prepped, caught up on emails, or made some kind of magical family memory between church and snack time. It tells you that you’re behind. That other moms…

There’s this thing we tell moms. “Be the calm in the chaos.” Like it’s our job to absorb everyone’s stress, settle every sibling dispute with a serene whisper, and keep a smile while the juice spills again. And while I appreciate the sentiment, can I just say… I don’t always have calm to give. Sometimes,…

I’ve spent the better part of the week doing invisible things. I’ve wiped counters and bottoms and tears. I’ve packed lunches and cleaned out a minivan that looked like a snack explosion. I’ve answered questions I didn’t fully understand (“Can fish sneeze?”), refereed sibling spats, and prayed over fevers and fears. And most of it?…