Some days and other nights, the weight of the world rests in the arms of a single parent,- either by choice or by default. When the clock strikes midnight and the house holds its breath, it’s just me—rocking, shushing and praying. My wife,-midwife on night shift is out there bringing precious life into the world while I hold down our own baby home.💝 The loneliness is deafening. The love is terrifying. The responsibility? Crushing. But both , in the light and in the dark, when my child’s tiny fingers curl around mine, I understand: this is how love rewrites weakness into strength.💝❤️🩹💝
This isn’t just art—it’s my story, unspoken truth of what we do when no one’s watching. For every parent who’s ever played both roles, who’s wept in the shower so the baby wouldn’t see, who’s wondered if they’re enough… you are. You’re the silent hero in the shadows.💝💝💝
This is for us. 💝❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹👑
