is extra soup,
a picture of a rash,
hand me downs.
It’s the exclamation of adoration
over your hair, your outfit, your shoes…
anything that’s about you
and not the children.
But also,
direct declarations of love for the children.
Noticing how much taller they are,
putting their picture on your fridge,
singing a song or telling a joke
to see them smile.
It’s the honest solidarity
that you also forgot to secure the car seat,
you yelled,
you’re struggling.
It’s the benefit of the doubt,
reminding yourself that
“she’s doing the best she can”
even if what it is
is not for you.
And if there’s an openness, sharing.
The best site for barefoot shoes,
a picture of a recipe,
your therapist’s email.
It’s the knowing smile with that mom in the grocery store
that says the same thing as the tight hug between dear friends:
“I see you; you’re divine and you’re doing great.”
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