When you raise a child with real love, you aren’t just caring for them in the present. You are shaping the heart that may one day carry you.
That night, as I closed the curtains in my new home, I realized I wasn’t at the end of anything.
I was beginning again.
Not as a burden.
Not as someone set aside.
But as a mother deeply loved.
And for the first time in a long while, I slept peacefully.
