Makenzie Delorme

Makenzie Delorme Stay at home mom to 3 littles🥰
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I’m not a perfect parent.I lose my patience. I get overwhelmed. I raise my voice sometimes. I have moments where I react...
09/02/2026

I’m not a perfect parent.

I lose my patience. I get overwhelmed. I raise my voice sometimes. I have moments where I react in ways I wish I hadn’t.

But one thing I will always do is admit when I’m wrong.

If I yell when I shouldn’t have, I apologize.

If I overreact, I tell them I’m sorry.

If I make a mistake, I own it.

Because being their mom doesn’t mean I have to pretend I’m always right. And being the adult doesn’t mean I’m incapable of hurting their feelings or making mistakes.

I want my children to learn that apologies aren’t a sign of weakness. They’re a sign of accountability.

I want them to know that even when someone loves you more than anything in the world, they can still mess up. What matters is that they take responsibility, make it right, and try to do better.

I’m not trying to raise children who think their parents are perfect.

I’m trying to raise children who know that love includes communication, accountability, forgiveness, and the humility to say:

“I was wrong. I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

I will make mistakes as their mother.

But I will never be too proud to apologize for them. 🤍

There are no words that could ever truly explain what it feels like to be a mother.It’s indescribable.It’s loving someon...
09/02/2026

There are no words that could ever truly explain what it feels like to be a mother.

It’s indescribable.

It’s loving someone so deeply that it almost physically hurts. It’s looking at these little people you created and somehow knowing that you would give your entire life for theirs without a second thought.

It’s exhaustion and joy existing in the exact same moment.

It’s the tiny hands reaching for you. The sleepy cuddles. The little voices calling “Mom.” The first smiles, the first steps, the belly laughs, the tears, the tantrums, the chaos, the quiet moments when you watch them sleep and wonder how you could possibly love someone this much.

Motherhood is beautiful, but it’s also hard in ways you could never understand until you live it.

You lose sleep. You lose pieces of yourself. You question whether you’re doing enough. Some days you feel completely overwhelmed, and other days you wish you could freeze time because they’re growing far too quickly.

And somehow, through all of it, you would choose them again.

Over and over and over.

Because being their mom is one of the greatest privileges of my life.

I can’t put motherhood into words.

I don’t think anyone really can.

You just become a mother… and suddenly your heart exists outside of your body.

And there is nothing in this world quite like that. 🤍

I chose to become their mom. I chose to bring them into this world. I chose every sacrifice, every sleepless night, ever...
09/01/2026

I chose to become their mom. I chose to bring them into this world. I chose every sacrifice, every sleepless night, every hard day, every moment of putting their needs before my own.

That was never a debt they agreed to.

I don’t want my children to grow up feeling like they owe me for raising them. I don’t want them to feel guilty for needing me, asking for help, making mistakes, or choosing a life different from the one I imagined for them.

I brought them into this world. They didn’t ask to be here.

So I will never say, “After everything I’ve done for you…”

Instead, I want them to know, “I’m your mom. You can always come home.”

When they’re little, I’ll be there.

When they’re teenagers and think they know everything, I’ll be there.

When they’re grown and building lives of their own, I’ll still be there.

They won’t owe me phone calls, visits, grandchildren, money, or a certain kind of relationship just because I raised them.

I don’t love my children with the expectation that they will repay me someday.

I love them because they are my children.

And if I do this parenting thing right, they won’t spend their adulthood trying to repay me for loving them.

They’ll simply know that no matter how old they get, they will always have a safe place to come home to. ❤️

I will never chase people down, remind them of birthdays, ask them to call, or beg them to make time for my children.My ...
09/01/2026

I will never chase people down, remind them of birthdays, ask them to call, or beg them to make time for my children.

My kids deserve people who want to be there. People who check in. People who make an effort. People who don’t need to be begged, guilted, or reminded that these little lives are worth showing up for.

And if someone chooses not to be a part of their lives, that’s their choice. I’m not going to spend my energy trying to convince anyone to love, prioritize, or make an effort for my children.

My kids may not understand it all right now, but one day they will.

And when that day comes, I want them to know that I never made them feel like they had to chase anyone for love.

I’ll surround them with the people who show up willingly, consistently, and wholeheartedly.

Because my children are not asking for too much.

They’re asking for people who care enough to be there.

09/01/2026

Adding a little whimsy using BEHR® Paint KILZ®

obsessed with how this turned out 🤩

I’ll be the MIL I wish I had. 🤍I think becoming a mother changes the way you look at the future.One day, my babies will ...
08/23/2026

I’ll be the MIL I wish I had. 🤍

I think becoming a mother changes the way you look at the future.

One day, my babies will grow up. They’ll fall in love. They’ll build lives of their own. And one day, I’ll have to learn how to love them from a different place.

And I hope when that day comes, I remember what I needed when I was the one raising little babies.

I hope I’m the mother-in-law who helps without taking over.

Who gives advice when it’s wanted, not demanded.

Who respects boundaries instead of testing them.

Who understands that my child’s spouse is not my competition.

Who welcomes their partner into the family instead of making them feel like an outsider.

Who doesn’t expect to be chosen over their spouse.

Who never uses guilt, manipulation, or hurt feelings to get their way.

Who understands that my grandchildren are not mine to control.

I want to be the MIL who brings dinner instead of criticism.

Who asks, “How can I help?” instead of “Why are you doing it that way?”

Who respects their parenting choices, even when I would do things differently.

Who knows when to step in—and, perhaps more importantly, knows when to step back.

I want my children to be able to call me because they want to, not because they’re afraid of what will happen if they don’t.

And when they have their own families, I hope my home feels like a safe place for all of them.

Because my job as their mother isn’t to keep them dependent on me forever.

It’s to love them well enough that when they grow up, they feel safe enough to build a life of their own.

I may not be a perfect mother.

But I hope I can become the kind of mother-in-law I wish I had.

The kind who loves without controlling, supports without interfering, and knows that my children’s happiness will always matter more than my ego. 🤍

Struggling with postpartum depression does not make you a bad mom. 🤍It doesn’t mean you love your baby any less.It doesn...
08/22/2026

Struggling with postpartum depression does not make you a bad mom. 🤍

It doesn’t mean you love your baby any less.

It doesn’t mean you’re ungrateful.

It doesn’t mean you aren’t capable.

And it certainly doesn’t mean you’re failing.

Postpartum depression can make you feel like a stranger in your own life. It can make the simplest things feel overwhelming. It can steal your motivation, your joy, your patience, and sometimes even your sense of who you are.

You can love your children with every part of you and still be struggling.

You can be grateful for your family and still feel exhausted.

You can want to enjoy motherhood and still find yourself counting down until bedtime.

You can look like you have everything together while privately wondering how you’re going to make it through another day.

None of that makes you a bad mother.

It makes you a mother who is hurting and deserves support.

There is so much pressure on moms to be selfless, patient, happy, and grateful every second of the day. But we are human beings before we are mothers. We can become overwhelmed. We can struggle. We can need help.

And asking for help isn’t a sign that you’re failing your children.

Sometimes, asking for help is one of the most loving things you can do—for yourself and for them.

So if you’re in the middle of postpartum depression right now, please hear this:

You are still a good mom.

Even on the days you don’t feel like yourself.

Even on the days you cry.

Even on the days you lose your patience.

Even on the days you simply survive.

Your children don’t need a perfect mother.

They need you—and you deserve the chance to feel like yourself again. 🤍

You don’t have to agree with every parenting choice I make.You don’t have to do things the way I do them. You don’t have...
08/22/2026

You don’t have to agree with every parenting choice I make.

You don’t have to do things the way I do them. You don’t have to understand every decision I make for my children. And you certainly don’t have to agree with me on everything.

But if you’re going to be in my children’s lives, you do have to respect my role as their mother.

You can have your opinions without undermining me.

You can have different beliefs without making me feel like I’m a bad mom.

You can disagree without criticizing me in front of my children.

And you can absolutely choose to parent differently when it comes to your own children.

But my boundaries are not suggestions.

The choices I make for my children are mine to make, and I will always do what I believe is best for them.

I don’t expect everyone to agree with me.

I expect the people who love my children to respect me enough to understand that I am their mother, and my voice matters.

Because being part of our village means respecting the parents—not competing with them.

You don’t have to parent like me.

You just have to respect that I’m going to parent my children the way I believe is right for them. 🤍

One of the things I pray for most is that my children find good friends. 🤍Not just friends who are fun.Not just friends ...
08/22/2026

One of the things I pray for most is that my children find good friends. 🤍

Not just friends who are fun.

Not just friends who are popular.

But friends who uplift them.

Friends who are kind when no one is watching.

Friends who celebrate their wins without jealousy.

Friends who make them feel safe enough to be themselves.

Friends who encourage them to make good choices instead of pressuring them to make bad ones.

Friends who stand up for them when they aren’t in the room.

Friends who don’t make them feel like they have to change who they are to be accepted.

As a mother, I know I won’t always be able to choose who my children become friends with. I won’t always be there to hear every conversation or see every interaction.

And that scares me.

But I can pray.

I pray they find friends who bring out the best in them.

Friends who remind them of their worth.

Friends who laugh with them, grow with them, and walk beside them through the hard seasons.

And I pray my children become those kinds of friends, too.

Because I don’t just want my children to have a lot of friends.

I want them to have the right friends.

The kind of friendships that make life a little brighter, hearts a little lighter, and growing up a little less lonely.

And when I can’t be there to guide them, I hope they’re surrounded by people who will. 🤍

I’m yearning for mom friends. 🤍Not just people to occasionally make plans with.I mean the kind of friendships where you ...
08/22/2026

I’m yearning for mom friends. 🤍

Not just people to occasionally make plans with.

I mean the kind of friendships where you can text, “Today is really hard,” and know someone will understand without needing an explanation.

The kind where our kids can make a mess together while we sit on the couch and drink coffee.

Where nobody cares if the house is clean.

Where we can show up in leggings, exhausted, overstimulated, and completely unfiltered.

I want the kind of friendship where we can laugh until our stomachs hurt, cry when motherhood feels too heavy, celebrate the little wins, and remind each other that we’re doing better than we think we are.

I want someone I can call when I need help—not because I expect them to fix anything, but because sometimes motherhood feels a lot lighter when you don’t have to carry it alone.

I think so many moms are quietly yearning for the same thing.

We have never been more connected, yet motherhood can feel incredibly lonely.

And maybe we’re all sitting at home wondering where our people are, when the truth is that someone else is probably wondering the exact same thing.

So if you’re a mom who is looking for her people too…

I hope you find them.

The mom friends who become family.
The ones who show up.
The ones who understand.
The ones who make you feel less alone.

Because I don’t think mothers were ever meant to do this without a village.

I’m just hoping to find mine. 🤍

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