Tiny Heart, Endless Strength
I’m still so tiny… yet I feel everything.
I feel Mom slow her breathing so the pain won’t win. I feel her adjust the blanket with care, as if each gentle move brings us closer to healing. The room falls quiet—then the soft beeping returns, whispering hope: slowly… it’s getting better.

She smiles through exhaustion and calls me her strength. I can’t answer with words, so I stay close and promise, I’m here.

When kind messages arrive, she whispers, “Love helps us heal.”
How many moms are strong in silence today? Leave her one line of love.