I’m the parent you don’t always notice.

I’m not the loudest voice in the room.

I’m not always posting on social media.

But I’m here, in ways you might not assume.

I’m here for the early mornings.

I’m here for the tenth goodnight.

I’m here in the early hours.

And I’m here to hold you tight.

I pack the bags and remember the appointments.

I notice when something feels off.

I stay calm when it would be easier not to.

I keep going, I don’t clock off.

I carry worries that go unspoken.

No one applauds these moments I see.

I show up when I’m running on empty.

All because someone is counting on me.

I’ve dug deeper than I knew was possible.

I’ve cried more tears than ever before.

I know I don’t always get it right.

But everything I do has love at its core.

My baby loves sofa days and cuddles.

My baby knows all of the above.

My baby doesn’t notice the jobs I didn’t do.

Because my baby only knows love.

So, remember this if you’re reading.

All these moments really do count.

Even if it no one else sees it.

You’ve poured your heart in enormous amounts.

Emma Bishop, 2026