Last night I was putting medicine on Max's skin. He asked me, "Mom, why are you a doctor?"
"I'm not a doctor. I'm a mommy."
"No. You're a doctor."
Then today I was in the kitchen.
"Mom, why are you a baker?"
A doctor, a baker, a teacher, a writer...a mother. There is power in seeing myself the way he sees me.
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