Sometimes I think about the future.
About the day my boys are grown and off living their own big, beautiful lives.
And I wonder what they’ll remember about me.
Not the things I bought them or the lunches I packed.
But the way our home felt.
The energy in the air.
The love that filled all the messy corners.
I hope they remember that I showed up.
Even when I was tired.
Even when I didn’t have all the answers.
Even when I was learning as I went.
Because that’s what motherhood really is one giant experiment in love and trying again tomorrow.
I hope they remember that I made space for them to feel everything.
That they could talk about the hard stuff without being told to toughen up.
That kindness always mattered more than being cool.
That there’s power in being gentle.
I hope they remember the silly moments.
Dancing in the kitchen.
Laughing at things that made no sense.
The car rides where the music was too loud and our worries felt small.
Those are the things I hope stick.
There are so many days I worry that I’m not doing enough.
That I’m too distracted, too busy, too tired.
But maybe it’s not about being perfect.
Maybe it’s about being present.
Because when I really think about it, I don’t remember my own mum for the perfect lunches or spotless house.
I remember the way she made me feel safe.
The way she believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.
That’s the kind of love I want to leave behind.
If my boys remember one thing, I hope it’s that I loved them in all the small ways that don’t make it to the highlight reel.
The late-night cuddles.
The soft goodnights.
The cheering from the sidelines.
The quiet reassurance that no matter what happens, they always have a home in me.
🩵 From one mum with a full heart:
It’s not about being the perfect parent.
It’s about being their safe place.
And if that’s all they remember, I’ll know I did something right.
Ash x
Founder, Sand + Salt Kids
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