I Checked the School Bag Twice

Dear Delyara, Not because I’m organised. Because I’m afraid. Afraid of missed letters, forgotten money, wrong books, late forms, the tiny things that can turn a normal morning into guilt before 8:30. So I checked once, then checked again, even though I already knew what was inside. I think that’s what motherhood does when it has gone too long without enough softness around it. It turns care into vigilance. And vigilance is so easily mistaken for being a “good mother” that no one notices how exhausting it is.