Filled out the idea after a full year of parenting.

A year ago, not as beautiful as ever imagined.

There's no picture of a baby mother smiling all day.

Only days tired, sleepy, confused, and repeatedly asked themselves,

"Did we do it right?"

The first year of raising children.

Not a year of success.

But the year of survival.

Surviving sleep deprivation

From a body that's never the same.

From the emotions up and down.

And from the words of those around you,

That sometimes doesn't mean to hurt.

But it makes our hearts very tired

We try to be good mothers.

Although some days have almost no strength to stand

Trying to smile inside and crying.

Try to be strong, even if the truth is afraid.

But in retrospect,

You're still here.

Safe.

Grow.

Laugh

Call us first

This proved

We have never left the duty of motherhood one day.

You don't want a perfect mother.

You don't need a better mother than anyone.

You only need "the same person."

Always on his side.

Even on a tired day.

Even on days of uncertainty.

Even on days that feel like they're not good enough.

This year, I didn't disappear.

Mom just changed roles.

From people who used to have time.

Become someone who gives time.

From people who used to think of themselves

Always become someone who misses someone else first

If you can tell yourself one sentence

Would like to say that

"Don't be good. Just don't leave the baby.

And don't be perfect. Just don't leave yourself. "

A year of motherhood.

Probably not easy.

But we got through it.

And that's real brilliance now.

# Mother and child # Raising children # The Mother Human Diary # Baby development