you're a mother now. no time to sit on your laurels. that baby's not going to care if you're an astrophysicist or an executive (i'm not going to say janitor here. why do people all pick on the janitors?). they're going to care how much you can love them, feed them, and keep them clean until they're aware enough to resent you for everything you've ever been. that's the time to fish out those crushed, burned Greek leaves and show them that you were someone before they came along but that you became human enough to love and feed and clean them. then, they'll respect you. not for the sacrifice you've made but for the knowledge that they, too, will make it to a place that nothing will matter except the small spark of humanity they carry from your example.
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