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I get it, I get all of it.

The screams, the tears, the tantrums.

Your bottom lip drops, and your eyes brim with emotions.

Sometimes you even turn away from me. That one rips my heart in two.

Then the sun will peek through, and the smiles will come for Daddy, and I’ll be left here in the storm puddles.

I feel your pain because I’m also tired and torn, but I get it now.

I’m that place for you.

When you have a scary dream and you call “Mummy” because my hugs and the sound of my voice breathes confidence into you.

The one who always has her lights on with the open sign hanging in the window.

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Yes, you can air your laundry here and forget to wipe your feet on the doormat.

I’m that place where you can scatter your feelings over the floor, and I won’t sweep them under the rug.

I know at times you try to hold it all together.

You can unravel here.

And I won’t judge youI’ll open my arms to you.

Please fall into them when you’re ready.

You’ve come from a place where your only expectation was to just be.

Suspended in warmth and safety. Your beautiful rhythmic heartbeat mixing in with my own.

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Out here it’s different, not everyone will look at you how I do.

Expectations will be thrown at you unfairly and at such a young age.

Not everyone will encourage you to take your time, and that makes my heart ache.

But I promise you this, I will.

When you lock eyes on me in the crowd of chaos, you see familiarity, security, love.

I am a safe place for you to feel. The one whose shoulder fits your head just right.

Love is unconditional here the key will always fit, and I don’t keep receipts.

You’re not at your worst, you’re at your limit.

And my love for you is limitless.

I am your home.

Always know, you’re safe here with me.

Originally published on the author’s Facebook page

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Jessica Urlichs

Stay at home mother to my two children Holly & Harry born a year apart. Lives in New Zealand with her husband and of course Bentleigh & Winson, my two adorable fur babies. Writing has always been my passion since a young girl, I love to connect with others on this challenging yet incredible journey of motherhood. Follow along on Facebook and Instagram.

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