Dear Mama: Trust Me...💛

Dear Mama,

You’re in the final stretch. The school year is wrapping up, and your calendar is screaming at you in bold all-caps: FIELD DAY, TEAM DINNER, FINAL PROJECT DUE, TEACHER GIFTS, BANQUETS.
If you're anything like me, you’re tired, tapped out, and—if we're being honest—teetering on the edge of "Do whatever you want… I’m gonna allow it." 😵💫

You’ve packed a thousand lunches.
You’ve sat in car lines that felt like purgatory.
You’ve stayed up late finishing the project they forgot about (but somehow you were responsible for).
You’ve cheered until your voice cracked, and you’ve clapped even when your mind was racing with work emails and to-do lists.

And still—you wonder…

Did I do enough?
Did I cheer loud enough?
Was I too distracted?
Did they feel seen?
Will they remember the good, or will they remember me screaming at them and rushing them out the door?

Let me tell you something, mama, from a little further down the road:

I’ve launched all four of my boys. Two are married. One is engaged. One is still in college, living out an internship that means he won’t come home this summer. Eventually… they don’t come back “home” the way they used to. And you realize home isn’t your house anymore—it’s the roots you gave them to grow from 🌱.

So to the mama at the end of her rope, the one who feels like she’s somehow coming up short in the final chapter of the school year:
You were there. And that counts more than anything. Trust me.

And to the mom who’s about to pack up a dorm room’s worth of Target bins and drive her baby to college for the first time, I see you too. You're terrified—wondering if they're ready, if you taught them enough, if they’ll remember to eat something green. You’re walking that strange line between pride and heartbreak 💛. Let me tell you what I know:
They’ll be okay. And so will you. Trust me.

Mama, if your heart is tugging, that just means you loved them well. You may not have done it all perfectly (none of us did), but you showed up in a million invisible ways. And those small, consistent acts of love?
They built something real. Trust me.

To the moms who still have a few years left—hold them close. Don’t let the loud chaos of May make you forget how precious this season is, even when it’s exhausting.
And to the ones saying goodbye—trust what you’ve planted.

We are all, in the end, just doing the best we can to love our kids well and let them go slowly.

With love and solidarity from mama who's been there...trust me.

Julie