They may never fully know all that you have done for them.

They may not know the hours you sacrifice out of your night folding their clothes or sorting their toys.
The back aches you experience bending over to talk to them or rocking them to sleep or feeding them.
The scars on your body or the extra pounds that you didn't ask for and the time you spent trying to love yourself again.

The dark circles under your eyes from the lack of sleep that no eye cream seems to heal.
The creases on your forehead from all the times you've spent worrying—even though you tried not to, you couldn't help it.

The times you hid behind the locked bathroom door, trying to use the toilet in peace, and have even one moment alone and the sigh that leaves your body as you hear them bang on the door.

The money you counted and saved to be able to grab more diapers or socks or clothes to fit their small growing bodies.

They may not ever know, but they don't need to. Your love for them is what translates.

The interruptions you faced as you tried to talk on the phone or read or book or cook them another meal that they probably won't eat.

They may not ever know, but they don't need to. Your love for them is what translates. Your love is the driving force behind all those little things you do for them. Those small moments come from so much sacrifice. I know you may not know it, but you are seen. You are needed. You are wanted. You are incredible. You're doing an amazing job.