You’ll never see every sacrifice I made to raise you

 You’ll never see every sacrifice I made to raise you.

The parts of myself I let go of.
The strength I had to find when I didn’t think I had any left.
The pieces of me I rebuilt just so I could show up for you.

And I would not change any of it.

Because every version of me, tired, strong, broken, healing, has loved you with everything she had.
And getting to be your mom will always be the greatest gift of my life.

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