One of the hardest parts of being a parent

 One of the hardest parts of being a parent that no one really prepares you for…

Is watching people who should love your kids the most,
Put in little to no effort to even know them.
Not asking how they’re doing.
Not showing up for the big moments or the small ones.
Just absence.
And as a mom, it hits different.
Because I see how amazing my kids are. How much love they have to give.
And it hurts knowing that some people are choosing to miss out on that.
Not because they can’t,
But because they won’t.
And that kind of silence? That kind of distance?
It speaks louder than anything they could ever say. 

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