Maybe being a mother changes the way you see your children.
Maybe it does.
Because I don’t just see their faces.
I see the night I stayed awake holding them.
I see their first smiles.
I see the tiny fingers wrapping around mine.
I see the first time each baby looked into my eyes.
I see the exhaustion.
The tears.
The laughter.
The countless diaper changes.
The sleepless nights.
The moments when I thought I couldn’t possibly be more tired—and then one of them smiled and somehow everything felt worth it.
So yes.
Maybe I am biased.
I’m their mother.
But does that make my love less real?
Step 4: Beauty Isn’t a Competition
I’ve learned that people have different ideas about beauty.
One person may think someone is beautiful.
Another may disagree.
That’s normal.
But children shouldn’t have to earn the right to be called beautiful.
They shouldn’t grow up believing their value depends on whether strangers approve of their appearance.
My babies don’t need to win a beauty contest.
They don’t need thousands of compliments.
They don’t need strangers to validate them.
They simply need to know that they are loved.
Step 5: What I See When I Look at Them
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