When I’m having a rough day there’s only one person who can make it better

Spoiler alert: My mom.
I was feeling off the other day. Something wasn’t right, and I couldn’t seem to put my finger on it or kick it for that matter. As the day progressed, it didn’t get much better. It was a typical day for us, with the usual 2-year-old meltdowns and chaos that happens when you have two babies close in age. Nothing was out of the norm, but I just wasn’t feeling completely like myself. And right after getting my daughters to bed, when I was alone with my thoughts, the feelings intensified. Through the silence, I heard a soft and familiar voice criticizing my mothering, telling me “You don’t do anything right.” “You are failing your kids.” My anxiety was attacking me, knowing I am weakest on my own. But I knew what I needed to do. So I took out my phone and dialed, listening to the ringing on the other end.
Waiting for the person who always comforts me.
“Hi Mom,” I said, as my voice cracked. I can mask my pain for everyone—but her.