Let them.
Let them think whatever they want about the way you look, the music you listen to, the tattoos on your skin, the piercings on your face, the clothes you wear. Let them talk.
Let them whisper.
Let them judge.
Because at the end of the day — those things have nothing to do with the type of mother you are.
What matters is the love your children feel.
The way they run to you first.
The way they feel safe with you. Seen by you.
The way you show up, every single day — even when you’re tired, overwhelmed, or doubted.
You can be covered in tattoos, listen to heavy metal, wear all black, blast country music with the windows down
and still be the softest, safest, most loving place your children will ever know.
So let them
Let them talk
You keep loving
You keep living
That’s the only thing your babies will remember