Every single morning growing up, my mom “accidentally” burnt her toast. She always gave me the nice golden slice and kept the black, crunchy one for herself.
I thought she just liked it that way.
Now that I’m older… I get it. She didn’t like it. She just loved me.
That hit me hard today. Parents are real-life superheroes and we don’t even realize it.
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What a great Mom you had.
I read somewhere years ago, that Mom really did want that last little bit, but Mom’s sacrifice for us.
Oh my gosh, it’s just… wow, it’s so sweet how you realized your mom was secretly prioritizing you, even with something as simple as toast, isn’t that just a beautiful little detail? I’m absolutely touched by this, it’s such a poignant reminder that small acts of kindness often speak volumes about a parent’s love… and I wonder, do you think most people notice these little sacrifices made by their parents when they’re older?