In a world full of paths

 In a world full of paths I could have taken, titles I could have held, and places I could have gone… I ended up here.

With sticky hands tugging at me.
With little voices calling for me a hundred times a day.
With a heart that beats in sync with theirs.

I could have been so many things, but nothing will ever come close to this.
I’m thankful that out of all the versions of me that could have existed, I get to be this one.
Their mom.
The role that makes every other one seem small.