Every season of motherhood

 Every season of motherhood holds a different kind of magic

From the days when your arms were their whole world
To the years when they shout “Watch me” a hundred times a day
To the moments when they copy your every move even the ones you wish they wouldn’t
To when they start pulling away but you know they’re still watching still needing
To when they reflect on your love like it was a mirror held up their whole life

Each stage asks something new from us
Each stage teaches something different to them
And every single one matters

You are their warmth
Their center
Their teacher
Their anchor
Their compass
Their quiet steady friend

It’s not about being perfect
It’s about showing up through every chapter
Because they are always learning what love looks like through you 

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