Dear future tribe,
I may or not have met you yet. But let me tell you what I promise to offer.
I promise to answer your texts as soon as I see them.
I promise to have a kettle ready to brew French press coffee within a moment’s notice.
I promise to have hugging arms ready to engulf you.
I promise to listen to your dreams, your goals, your struggles, your fights.
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I promise to have a blanket ready and spot on my couch any day of the week.
I promise to have milk and eggs for any Saturday brunch.
I promise to have a place to lay your head with essential oils soothing you to sleep.
I promise to be there.
I promise when it gets hard—because that is what life does—I won’t disappear.
I promise to give grace and understand it is impossible to keep it all together.
I promise to support your marriage, to cheer you on during the hardest of mothering days. To scoop the kids up and give you a moment of peace because we all need that sometimes.
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I promise you can cry, laugh, jump for joy, sit in silence, or vent in anger.
I promise that, despite time that may fly by, I am still here.
I promise to be ready for any vacay near or far.
My house may be messy.
I might not have showered.
My kids might look like hooligans.
But, there is always a spot for you in my life. In my day.
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I promise to be there.
Love,
Your tribe sister