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Do I Ache Folding Her Socks?

There’s a tenderness in matching her bows at midnight—not because she’ll remember, but because I need to. It’s not about the ribbon. It’s about the moment. The offering. The softness I place onto her so I can feel it echo back.

Sometimes I think motherhood is my second skin—stitched from the guilt, longing, and legacy I never voiced. It wraps around me in quiet hours. It tightens when I remember who I had to be, and loosens only when I let her be different.

When I fold her socks, I don’t just fold fabric—I fold memory. I fold the girl I used to be. The one who waited, quietly, for someone to brush her hair with intention. Now I brush hers like a ritual. Each stroke says what I never heard: you’re worth this time.

I dress her as if her bib’s colors could rewrite the palette of my past. I spray her pillow not just with lavender, but with memory. A scent meant to hold space for peace I still don’t fully know. Do I swaddle her—or am I really swaddling my own ache?

Sometimes I catch her giggle and panic—not from fear, but from reverence. Because it’s too sacred. Because I wonder if her softness is already stronger than mine ever dared to be.

I style her tantrums like performances—costumed storms I try to choreograph. I plan her playroom like a gallery. Do I decorate her world—or am I still trying to repair my own?

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Her bath is my altar. Her crib, my confession booth. Her blank stare sometimes catches me off guard—like a mirror I didn’t consent to. When she sleeps too long, I panic. When she smiles, I wonder if she knows. When she calls for me, something ancient in me answers.

I nurse her between my own silences. I hold her not just to calm her—but to ground myself. The silk bows I buy at midnight aren’t just for her—they are for the part of me that still believes care must be earned.

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