“Wide Awake at 3:30AM – A Love Letter from the Trenches of Motherhood”

This morning started at 3:30 AM. My toddler was wide awake, my body was begging for rest, and my migraine whispered its arrival. Somewhere between rocking, meds, and him climbing over me like a jungle gym, he kissed my cheek and said, “Mom, you’re my hero.”

Exhausted and overwhelmed, I remembered—this chaos is still sacred. This little boy is still my gift.