To the woman who takes her autistic son to the splash pad because he loves the water, I see you.
To the mama at Target watching her 4-year-old march alone into a men’s restroom for the first time, I see you.
To the woman pumping breast milk on the plane next to her sleeping baby, I see you.
To the couple having lunch with their quadriplegic daughter on the grass at Slide Waters, I see you.
To the woman who travels to Swedish Hospital during pregnancy because of a positive test result, I see you.
To the woman who suddenly lost her husband to a heart attack and had to explain it to her kids, I see you.
To the mama walking down the road who used to live in a refugee camp with her children, I see you.
To the woman who got a call and just buried her child, I see you.
To the woman who found out she’s pregnant again and doesn’t want to be, I am you.