I see you on call, without exception.
I see you as you are called to the bathroom again, to wipe another butt, to wash another pair of hands.
I see you playing. When driving, cooking, thinking, resting, eating, pooping. Always engaged.
I see you in your nurse's uniform. Your doctor's outfit. Security chief. Police officer. Negotiator. Chef.
I see you fighting. Fighting exhaustion, doubt, toddler whims and outdated social norms.
I see you balancing. Balancing the needs of all your babies. Grown and growing. Balancing the needs of your partner, friends, work, home...self.
I see you creating. Growing life, birthing life, nurturing life...with your own flesh and blood.
I see you growing. In body, as new life arrives...and in heart, with each new beat, beat, beat.
I see you stretching. On yoga mats and between commitments; from your limbs, to your patience, to the very skin that houses your babies.
I see you fading. Between night feeds and playdates, your sense of self dimming.
And still, I see you shining. Vibrant and strong, a real-life superhero to those little people who follow you around like ducklings behind their mother...
I see you. I notice your cloaks. And they are all magnificent.
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