No one tells you how lonely it feels when the house runs because of you, but no one notices.

No one tells you how lonely it feels when the house runs because of you, but no one notices.

The lunches packed, the laundry folded, the bedtime stories read even when you’re exhausted. It starts to feel like the whole world thinks these things just happen on their own. I remember the first time my kid looked up at me and said, ‘Thanks for making my sandwich.’ It was so small… but I almost cried. Because it wasn’t about the sandwich. It was about being seen. Those moments matter more than anything. And now I remind myself to notice what others do too, even the quiet, hidden stuff. I use an app called quiet effort. It keeps me from letting family love go unspoken.