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A mother of two,but more than that.

Lifestyle 6 hrs ago
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    Crown B
    6 hrs ago

     She wakes up before the sun, not because she wants to, but because tiny footsteps and sleepy voices call her name.
    "Mommy, I'm thirsty."
    "Mommy, where’s my sock?"
    She answers them like she’s never tired. But she is. So tired.  She makes two lunches.
    One with no crust and extra grapes.
    The other with only peanut butter—no jelly, ever.
    She remembers all the small preferences because she knows they matter more than they seem.


    At work, she's called Ma'am.”
    At home, she’s called “Mom.”
    But in between, she’s just a woman trying to remember who she was before her life became defined by the people she’d give her life for.


    She folds clothes no one notices, wipes away tears no one sees, and hides her own so they don't worry.
    She listens to the stories that don’t make sense, but she listens like they’re the most important stories in the world—because to her, they are.


    She hasn’t had a full night’s sleep in years.
    But she knows the sound of her child’s cry in a crowd of hundreds.
    That’s love.
    That’s instinct.
    That’s motherhood.

      Sometimes, in the quiet moments—after bedtime kisses and goodnight songs—she wonders:
    “Am I doing enough?”
    But her children’s laughter, their safety, their joy…
    They’re the answer. Every time.  She’s not just a mother of two.
    She’s a safe place.
    A home.
    A miracle in motion.
    And though the world may never fully see her sacrifices, her children do.
     And one day, they’ll thank her—in words.

     

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