Being there. The thing that mothers do.
Last night, my baby daughter was crying, because she didn’t want to go to sleep while being extremely tired.
I was there, standing while holding her. I let her look at the kitchen lights the way she likes.
Watching lights always calms her down.
I rocked my body gently left and right, up and down.
I stood there for I don’t know how long.
Then I thought about my own mother.
She must just have been there for me when I needed her. Just like I’m here for my baby, when she needs me.
Through thick and thin. Awake and asleep. All the time. Non-stop.
Maybe that’s why, motherhood can seem to be unspectacular at times.
Because it is essential, sometimes it’s so invisible.
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