Motherhood is not always loud.
Sometimes it is the quiet sacrifice no one sees.
It is waking up before everyone else.
It is eating last.
It is pretending to be strong when you are tired inside.
As a mother, I have learned that strength is not about shouting. It is about standing firm even when emotions try to break you. There are days I feel overwhelmed, but when I look at my children, I remember why I must not give up.
Motherhood has taught me patience, resilience, and unconditional love.
I remember when I was younger I was a nail technician but in a small way I didn't have my own shop and I was using te front of someone else shop,
But then my father died and I met my husband moved from "egbema" because of community conflict and I had to stop my only source of income and rely on my husband I was so young and already had my first child we have to move to a safe place
I remembered that if I haven't had a childas at then I wouldn't have moved out
But now I sit still and endure so that in the future my children wouldn't look at things the other way around
💬 Question: What is one silent sacrifice you make as a mother?
