The wild thing about motherhood

 The wild thing about motherhood is realizing your child could only exist because of the exact path your life took.

Every heartbreak.
Every wrong turn.
Every mistake.
Every moment you thought broke you.

It all had to happen exactly the way it did, in the exact timing it did, for this child to be here.

And when you look at them, you realize
you wouldn’t change a single thing.

Because it all led you to them.

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