• I grew up with five sisters and my first child was a girl. I wasn't sure I knew how to parent a boy. • I learned that he expressed himself differently, often coming to me with actions instead of words. • I now know that love adapts to each child's unique needs and expressions.

Growing up in a house with five sisters, I thought I had a solid understanding of what parenting might look like one day.

Our home was loud, emotional, and deeply connected. I understood tears and tantrums, giggles and gossip. I knew what it meant to comfort, to share space, and to navigate a sea of emotions with grace and empathy.

In many ways, I felt prepared for motherhood, especially when my first child, a daughter, arrived. I slipped into the role with a kind of natural ease. Dressing her, understanding

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