Because I am a toddler mom. Because I don’t want to share. Because I don’t have to share. Because my husband also tries to eat them. Because my snacks are the best snacks. Because the best hiding place is behind the frozen vegetables in the freezer. Because my Grannie and my Mamaw both hid the good snacks in their own freezers. Because I’m a sucker for nostalgia. Because I have been a mom longer than I’ve been an adult. Because I sometimes miss my childhood. Because I carry mom guilt for all the things I fail at. Because I try and remember that I’m doing the best I can. Because I wonder if there will be snacks in Heaven. Because I wonder if God even cares about my “small” problems. Because I know that He does. Because God has always been good to me. Because I am a stay-at-home mom that gets wildly overstimulated. Because it feels like self-care to do something for just me. Because doing something for only me is incredibly hard. Because I know I will always share a few bites to the little mouths that always seem to find me. Because I love them so intensely it physically hurts. Because I can be a mom without losing myself in the process. Because that’s what makes me a better mom anyway.

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