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‘You look in the mirror and think, ‘My gosh. What happened to me?’ Your 3-day-old yoga pants covered in smeared banana.’: Woman urges ‘you don’t see it, but you are the perfect mom’

“You don’t see it in the floor covered with toys or the countertop smattered with dirty dishes. You don’t feel it in your 3-day-old yoga pants, desperately brushing out the crease in your hair from your days-old ponytail, wondering where all of your clean bras are. But it’s there, one perfect Mom for her sweet baby.”

‘There are storms, but each night he hurries to ask, ‘Mom, will you sleep with me first?’ I give him a squeeze and a kiss, and ask God to comfort us both.’: Mom says ‘I am his security blanket, his calm after the storm’

“Each night, he fits his a-little-bit-bigger body into that same curve of my arm, just like he did years ago. I hear the same breath and feel the same warmth on my skin. And I can tell at this rate we’re going, he and I won’t ever get enough time.”

‘How are you holding up?’ I gripped the steering wheel, my eyes so blurry I couldn’t see the road. She isn’t a friend I talk with often, but she’s a friend who asks the tough questions, and then just shuts up.’: Woman thankful for true friend during hardships

“My mom had just been diagnosed with advanced cancer, and I was also busy caring for a newborn along with a potty-training two-year-old. ‘How are you REALLY holding up?’ She gave me THE LOOK—you know, the ‘don’t BS with me’ look.”

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