The Beauty of Motherhood

A body weary from early mornings, late nights and countless laps around the house holding small hands clinging to security. Hair tussled from taking time each morning to carefully quaff and style everyone else’s. Re-wearing the same jeans. Again. Because uniforms come first. A cup of coffee reheated in the microwave. Again. From breakfast. And now it’s 8pm. Sleep-warm cheeks …