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Maybe it's not that serious

Maybe it's not that serious

I spent my first Mother's Day alone and it really wasn't so bad

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Neghar Fonooni
May 15, 2025
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Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

-Kahlil Gibran

The night I went into labor I was convinced it was just the Indian food I’d eaten for dinner.

Despite his due date being the following day, I remained in complete denial that I was having contractions. At 23 years old, still a baby myself, I suppose I wasn’t ready to face what came next. And so I labored the entire night alone with Isaac, refusing to wake his dad or my sister who were both asleep in the apartment. It’s just the lamb vindaloo, I reasoned, every time my insides screamed in agony. It’s just the spicy curry.

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