Every New Year comes with a fresh set of expectations for mothers—be calmer, cook better, raise tiny geniuses who eat vegetables and never melt down in public. This year, I’m opting out.
My resolution is simple: do what feels right for our family. Some nights that means a perfect routine, and some nights that means cereal for dinner and extra cuddles instead of baths. Both count.
I’m resolving to trust my instincts more than outside opinions, to stop comparing my behind-the-scenes to someone else’s highlight reel, and to remember that a messy house can still be a loving one.
Less pressure. More grace. Fewer rules made by the world, and more choices made with love. Turns out, that feels like a pretty good way to mother.