A Human Mom



"But she loved and loved in her own way. I realized it four years back when I became a mom. I realized every bit, tracing every day of my journey  being raised by her and I accept that there is no one way to love, that just because I am a mom does not place me next to god( honestly I would like to stay away from that altar), that I have thousands of faults and craters within me, lava too and many times I can be all imperfect and yet love my child. You cannot question or suspect or interrogate my love for my child JUST BECAUSE I AM A HUMAN MOM."

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