Motherhood
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My sweet Gabriella, You came into this worldwith eyes that seemedto take everything in. Before you could speak,you watched. Before you could run,you observed. You have always hada quiet kind of wisdom,the kind that doesn’t needto be loud to be noticed. From the very beginning,you reminded methat every child bloomsin their own season. You have…
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My sweet Isabella, The first time I heard your cry,the whole world stopped. Before I saw your face,before I counted your fingers,before I whispered your name, I heard you. And somehow,that sound stitched togetherpieces of my heartI didn’t know were still broken. You entered this worldwith more strengththan anyone could have expected. So tiny. So…
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My sweet Theo, From the moment you came into this world,you carried sunshine with you. You have always had a wayof making people laugh,of turning ordinary daysinto adventures,and of reminding methat joy can still existeven after heartbreak. You arrivedwhen my heart was still learninghow to beat around grief. You didn’t replacethe sister we lost. No…
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My beautiful girl, It has been years,and I still wonderwho you would have become. Would your laugh sound like mine?Would you have your brothers’ kindness?Would your little sistersfollow you from room to room,wanting to be just like you? I will never know. I only had a few precious hoursto memorize your face,your tiny fingers,the weight…
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My sweet boy, I don’t know if you’ll ever understandhow much of my hearthas always belonged to you. You made me a motherbefore I knew what motherhood really meant.We learned together—through sleepless nights,sticky hands,cartoons playing before sunrise,and a thousand little momentsthat no photograph could ever hold. I’ve watched you growfrom the tiny boy who reached…
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It began with a can of MonsterI couldn’t finish. Then the Starbucks Double Shot energy drinksstayed full beside me, too. My body whisperedbefore my heart understood. So, the day before my period was due,I took a testin the middle of a workday,thinking, Maybe. Two lines. A thousand questions. I was scared.I was hopeful.I was carrying…
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They speak in easy sentences,as though motherhoodis measured by a single meal. A chicken nugget.A bedtime missed.A moment caughtwithout the thousandthat came before it. They don’t countthe mornings I rosebefore the sun remembered my name.They don’t countthe tiny hands reaching,the tears I soothed,the stories I readfor the hundredth time. They don’t carrythe grocery bags,the sleepless…
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They say a mother is born with her child,But mine was forged in storms. In hospital lights,In whispered prayers,In fear that stole my breath. She was bornWhen I chose courageEven while shaking. She was bornWhen exhaustion became routine,And love became instinct. She was bornHolding babies with one arm,And holding herself together with the other. I…
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I carried two heartbeats beneath my own,Two tiny souls I’d never known.They danced in silence, side by side,Growing safely deep inside. One arrived with morning’s light,The other fought with all her might.A winding path, not as we’d planned,But love still held each little hand. Now laughter fills the quiet air,Tiny smiles beyond compare.The sleepless nights,…
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Before you, There were storms That carved their names Across my heart. The kind that leave Empty cribs, Silent lullabies, And questions No mother should ever have to ask. Then you arrived. Not to replace what was lost— No child ever could— But to remind me That hope still grows Even in broken ground. You…
Between Bruises and Blooms 