Mom Pov Full 〈WORKING · COLLECTION〉

The answer is nothing. And everything.

The "full" perspective here is the mental load. It is invisible. You cannot see it in a photo, but it weighs 400 pounds. mom pov full

And here is the "full" truth. The Mom POV is not a tragedy. It is not a complaint. It is a privilege disguised as exhaustion. The answer is nothing

We get home. The house looks like a tornado hit a toy store. I start unpacking backpacks. Inside one backpack, I find: a half-eaten apple, a permission slip due yesterday, a wet swimsuit, and a rock. Just a rock. Why is there always a rock? It is invisible

And I will do it all over again. On purpose. With a full heart.

I pour a glass of wine that costs $12. I sit on the couch. The house is quiet. And in that quiet, something strange happens. I look at the family photos on the wall. I see the baby laughs. I see the first day of school. I see the vacation where we all got food poisoning but still tried to smile at the beach.

I shut the door. I lean my forehead against the hallway wall. My body hurts in places I didn't know had nerve endings.