I didn’t know what to say. For years, I’d assumed I was the sole provider. I thought every light bill, every meal, every vacation happened because of my paycheck.
But sitting there beside her, I realized how wrong I’d been.
She had been creating more than crafts. She had been creating independence, purpose, and pride—all while making sure no one went without dinner, no one forgot homework, and everyone had clean socks in the morning.
I felt humbled. Proud. And a little ashamed for how much I’d taken her steadiness for granted.
The Hidden Strength of Stay-at-Home Mothers
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