I finally understand
Maybe my mom wasn't always exhausted because she was doing so much... but because she was feeling so much.
The weight of love, worry, sacrifice, and the endless thoughts that never let her rest. I get it now. Motherhood isn't just about what we do; it's about everything we carry in our hearts.
No wonder she was tired.
No wonder I am, too.
~Author Unknown
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