Makenzie Delorme

Makenzie Delorme Stay at home mom to 3 littles🥰
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I will never apologize for protecting my children.Not for the boundaries I set.Not for the people I keep at a distance.N...
09/04/2026

I will never apologize for protecting my children.

Not for the boundaries I set.
Not for the people I keep at a distance.
Not for saying no when something doesn’t feel right.
Not for choosing their peace over someone else’s feelings.

You may not agree with every decision I make as a mother, and that’s okay.

But I will never put my children in an uncomfortable, unhealthy, or unsafe situation just to keep an adult happy.

My children don’t need to understand every boundary right now. They just need to know that their mom will always be in their corner.

I will listen to them.
I will believe them.
I will advocate for them.
I will teach them to trust their instincts.
And I will never make them feel like they have to tolerate something just because it might hurt someone else’s feelings.

Being a protective mother doesn’t mean I’m trying to control every aspect of their lives.

It means I understand that they are little people who depend on me to make decisions they aren’t always capable of making for themselves yet.

One day, they’ll be adults and they’ll make their own choices.

But right now, they’re my babies.

And if protecting them means someone thinks I’m difficult, overprotective, or too much…

So be it. I will choose my children’s safety, happiness, and peace over being liked every single time. 🤍

One day, they won’t remember all the toys.They won’t remember the toys they begged for at the store.They won’t remember ...
09/04/2026

One day, they won’t remember all the toys.

They won’t remember the toys they begged for at the store.
They won’t remember which toys broke.
They won’t remember the things you couldn’t afford to buy.
They won’t remember how many presents were under the Christmas tree.

But they’ll remember how it felt to be a kid.

They’ll remember feeling safe.

They’ll remember being picked up when they were hurt.
The sound of you laughing with them.
The bedtime cuddles.
The kitchen dance parties.
The messy afternoons spent playing.
The traditions you created.
The way home felt.

They’ll remember whether they felt heard, loved, and accepted.

So don’t measure your motherhood by how much you can give them.

You don’t have to give them everything.

Give them your presence.
Give them your patience when you can.
Give them your laughter.
Give them your time.
Give them a childhood filled with moments they can carry with them forever.

Because one day, the toys will be gone.

But the way you made them feel will become a part of who they are. 🤍

One day, I’m going to miss the noise.I’m going to miss the cartoons playing in the background.The little voices calling ...
09/04/2026

One day, I’m going to miss the noise.

I’m going to miss the cartoons playing in the background.
The little voices calling “Mom!” for the hundredth time.
The toys covering every inch of the floor.
The crumbs under the table.
The tiny shoes left by the door.

I’m going to miss being needed for everything.

The random questions.
The bedtime stalling.
The little arms reaching for me.
The giggles from the next room.
The chaos that sometimes makes me want to hide in the bathroom for five minutes just to breathe.

Because one day, the house will be quiet.

The toys will be packed away.
The shows won’t be playing.
The little voices won’t be calling for me from another room.

And I know I’ll stand in that silence and realize…

I miss the chaos.

I miss the mess.

I miss the noise.

Not because those days were easy, but because they were ours.

So today, when the house feels loud and the floor is covered in toys, I’m trying to remember that this is a season I’ll never get back.

One day, I’m going to wish I could hear this beautiful chaos just one more time. 🤍

You don’t have to do it all.You don’t have to keep a spotless house, cook every meal from scratch, make every school eve...
09/04/2026

You don’t have to do it all.

You don’t have to keep a spotless house, cook every meal from scratch, make every school event, plan the perfect activities, and somehow still have endless patience.

You don’t have to be the mom who has everything together.

Some days, showing up looks like homemade meals and planned activities.

Other days, it looks like cereal for dinner, a messy house, too much screen time, and getting through bedtime.

And both days can still be good motherhood.

Because your children don’t need you to do everything perfectly.

They need to feel loved.

They need to know you’re there.
That you listen.
That you comfort them.
That you celebrate them.
That they can run to you when they’re hurting.
That home is a place where they are safe to be exactly who they are.

So if all you managed today was to keep everyone fed, loved, and cared for…

You did enough.

You don’t have to do it all.

Just keep showing up with love. And let that be enough. 🤍

I want to be the kind of mom friend who makes you feel like you don’t have to do motherhood alone.Yes, bring the baby.Ye...
09/03/2026

I want to be the kind of mom friend who makes you feel like you don’t have to do motherhood alone.

Yes, bring the baby.
Yes, I want to hear your birth story—even if you’ve told it a hundred times.
Yes, I have extra wipes.
Yes, you can come over in pajamas.
Yes, your kids can make a mess.
Yes, I’ll hold the baby while you shower.
Yes, I can come over and help with the kids.
Yes, I’ll bring dinner if you’re too exhausted to make it.
Yes, you can cry.
Yes, you can complain without me trying to fix everything.

You never have to clean your house before I come over.

You never have to apologize for the dishes in the sink, the laundry on the couch, or the fact that you haven’t showered.

And you definitely never have to wonder if you’re “too much.”

If you need someone to listen, I’m here.

If you need someone to bring coffee, I’m here.

If you need someone to hold your baby while you breathe for a minute, I’m here.

If you need someone to come over and help you survive the day, I’m coming.

Because motherhood was never meant to be done alone.

I don’t want to be the friend you feel like you have to impress.

I want to be the friend you can call when you need a village. 🤍

I may have dreams outside of motherhood.I may build a career.I may create things I’m proud of.I may reach goals I haven’...
09/03/2026

I may have dreams outside of motherhood.
I may build a career.
I may create things I’m proud of.
I may reach goals I haven’t even imagined yet.

But nothing will ever compare to being trusted with these little lives.

I get to raise them.
To comfort them.
To teach them.
To watch them become who they’re meant to be.

There will be days when motherhood feels exhausting and overwhelming. Days when I wonder if I’m doing enough.

But then I look at them and realize…

This is the most important thing I will ever do.

Not because being a mother is all I am, but because being their mother is something I will forever be proud of.

One day, they’ll grow up and have lives of their own.

And when I look back at mine, I know I’ll never measure its success by how much money I made, how impressive my job was, or how many things I accomplished.

I’ll measure it by the people I raised.

No matter what I do in this lifetime, being their mom will always be my greatest accomplishment. 🤍

Watching my children grow up is the greatest privilege of my life.I get to witness every little version of them.The firs...
09/03/2026

Watching my children grow up is the greatest privilege of my life.

I get to witness every little version of them.

The first smiles.
The first steps.
The first words.
The silly phases.
The big feelings.
The little personalities that somehow become more and more their own every day.

I get a front-row seat to watching tiny humans become people.

And as much as I sometimes wish I could freeze time, I also know how incredibly lucky I am to keep watching them grow.

To watch them become more independent.
To discover what they love.
To make friends.
To find their passions.
To become confident in who they are.

Motherhood is bittersweet because every milestone means they’re growing a little further away from the babies they once were.

But I never want to wish away the person they’re becoming just because I miss the person they were.

So I’ll keep cherishing every version.

Every age.
Every phase.
Every season.

Because getting to watch my children grow up is something I will never take for granted.

I didn’t just get the privilege of bringing them into this world. I get the privilege of watching them discover it. 🤍

More than anything, I want my children to remember that home felt like love.I want them to remember that home was the pl...
09/03/2026

More than anything, I want my children to remember that home felt like love.

I want them to remember that home was the place they could always come back to.

Where they were hugged when they were hurting.
Where they were listened to when they had something to say.
Where they could laugh loudly, cry freely, and be completely themselves.

I want them to remember the little things.

The bedtime cuddles.
The family dinners.
The random kitchen dances.
The movie nights.
The laughter coming from the next room.
The smell of their favorite meals.
The feeling of being tucked in and told, “I love you.”

I know I won’t get everything right.

There will be messy days.
There will be arguments.
There will be moments when I lose my patience and have to apologize.

But I hope that when they look back on their childhood, the imperfections are surrounded by something much bigger.

Love.

I want them to grow up knowing they were wanted, cherished, protected, and accepted.

I want “home” to mean safety.

I want “home” to mean comfort.

I want “home” to mean Mom loves me.

Because one day they’ll grow up and build homes of their own.

And when they think about the home they came from, I hope they remember one thing above everything else:

Home felt like love. 🤍

Sometimes you’re drowning, but you still say, “I’m fine.”Not because you don’t need help.Because you don’t know how to a...
09/03/2026

Sometimes you’re drowning, but you still say, “I’m fine.”

Not because you don’t need help.

Because you don’t know how to ask for it.

You don’t want to feel like a burden.
You don’t want anyone to think you can’t handle your own children.
You don’t want to owe anyone anything.
You don’t want to hear, “Well, you chose to have kids.”

So you keep going.

You make the meals.
You clean the messes.
You answer the questions.
You soothe the tantrums.
You get everyone where they need to be.

And meanwhile, you’re quietly wishing someone would just notice.

Sometimes you don’t need someone to take your children away.

You just need someone to say, “I see how much you’re carrying. Let me take something off your plate.”

So if you’re the mom who struggles to ask for help, please remember:

Needing help doesn’t mean you’re failing.

It means you’re human.

You were never meant to carry everything by yourself.

And sometimes the strongest thing you can say is simply:

“I’m struggling. Can you help me?” 🤍

One of the things I pray for most as a mother is that my children always have each other.I pray they grow up and remain ...
09/02/2026

One of the things I pray for most as a mother is that my children always have each other.

I pray they grow up and remain close.

That they call each other just because.
That they show up for one another.
That they celebrate each other’s successes.
That they stand beside each other through the hard seasons.

I pray they never become strangers.

Life will change them. They’ll grow up, move away, build careers, fall in love, and create families of their own.

They may not always agree. They may have arguments. They may go through seasons where they need space.

But I pray they always find their way back to each other.

Because there is something so special about having someone who remembers your childhood.

Someone who knows the same stories.
The same inside jokes.
The same family traditions.
The same version of Mom and Dad.

They have shared a childhood that no one else will ever fully understand.

And I hope that bond becomes something they carry with them for the rest of their lives.

I won’t always be here to bring them together.

So I pray that when I’m no longer the one reminding them to call, visit, or check on each other, they’ll choose to do it anyway.

I pray my children become each other’s lifelong safe place.

May they always know that they didn’t just grow up together—they have each other for life. 🤍

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