The secret life of a young mom: surviving on air, love, and scraps of food. My lunch breaks were spent shuttling kids around, while my own needs took a backseat. I was a master juggler, except instead of balls, I was juggling bills, diapers, and dignity.
There were times when toilet paper was a luxury (yes, you read that right), but I never let my kids see the struggle. I just... made. it. happen. And to all the young moms out there who are living this reality, I see you. I hear you. And I'm cheering you on.
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