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Parenthood: “The Day I Became My Mother”

Growing up, I used to roll my eyes at my mom’s quirks. She had this habit of calling me multiple times to remind me of things I’d already promised to do. “Don’t forget to lock the door,” she’d say, even though I’d already assured her I would. Back then, I swore I’d never turn into her.

Fast forward to now, I’m a mother of two—Amara, age six, and David, age three. One morning, as I packed their lunchboxes, I caught myself saying, “Amara, don’t forget your water bottle. David, remember to zip your bag.” Suddenly, it hit me: I had become my mother.

At first, I laughed. But later, I realized how much of my mom’s habits were acts of love. She wasn’t nagging; she was ensuring I had everything I needed. Now, as I juggle work, motherhood, and being a wife, I understand her on a whole new level.

Being a parent is chaotic, hilarious, and exhausting. But it’s also the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. And if that means becoming more like my mom, then so be it. Moms are superheroes in disguise, and I’m honored to wear the cape even if it means reminding my kids to lock the door for the 100th time.

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