One Day...
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From the moment her child takes their first breath, a mother exhales a quiet surrender—of time, of rest, of self.
But somewhere along the way and amongst the tasks, she forgets grace. Not for others, of course, but for herself.
She is quick to critique and slow to forgive.
She sees every shortcoming, every missed moment, every mistake and disappointment.
When did she learn to be so gentle with others yet so unforgiving with herself?
Perhaps that is the bittersweet paradox of motherhood—the greatest love, given freely, at the expense of the giver.
One day, she'll learn to love herself first again. To embrace and celebrate her imperfections. To see herself through the eyes of those who love her most.