The night is quiet, but your cries fill every corner of my heart. I lift you gently, just as I’ve done a thousand times before, and press you close to me. Poor baby, please don’t cry. Mom is here. I whisper it softly, again and again, hoping my voice reaches the place where your worries live.
Your tiny hands clutch my shirt, searching for comfort, for something familiar. I sway slowly, back and forth, letting the rhythm remind you that you are not alone. The world is still new to you—too bright, too loud, too big—and sometimes it overwhelms even the bravest little soul. That’s okay. You don’t have to be strong tonight.
I kiss your forehead, warm and sleepy, and feel your breathing begin to slow. Every tear you shed feels like it lands on my own heart, but I don’t mind. That’s what I’m here for. I will carry your sadness so you don’t have to. I will stay awake when you’re afraid. I will be your calm when everything feels like too much.
“Shh,” I murmur, brushing my fingers through your soft hair. “I’ve got you.” And I mean it—not just for this moment, but for all the moments yet to come. When you stumble, when you doubt yourself, when the world makes you cry again someday, I’ll still be here in every way that matters.
Your eyes finally close, your body relaxing against mine. The tears stop. Peace settles in. I smile through my own tiredness, holding you a little tighter.
Sleep now, my love. You are safe. You are cherished. And no matter what, Mom is here. ❤️
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