Magical Unicorn Kisses

It’s strange how fast it ends. One moment kisses used to have magical unicorn healing powers, then the next thing you know, they’re older and you become a weird coffee drinking horse.

A letter to my children:

I know that for most of you, I’m no longer a magical being who can fix your problems with a kiss.

But I still wish I could.

And I probably always will.

I know that sometimes I fail you, and I probably will again.

On repeat.

I’m sure that there are times where you look at me and think I’m crazy, making mental notes of what you’re not going to do with your children.

I know that there are times when I’ve been your hero and times when I’m your monster; even though I never want to be.

I hope you remember the times I’ve been vulnerable, and that these moments empower you to be true to yourself, and encourage you, when you need them.

I hope you remember the times I’ve apologized for the things I said or did out of sleep deprivation or frustration, and I hope that gives you strength.

But beyond all of that, I hope you know how loved you are. Literally more than anyone, or anything else I’ve ever loved.

I hope you feel wanted and safe with me.

That you know how proud I am of you. And how lucky I feel because all I ever wanted was to be your mum.

Love, Mama.