MAGIC PROPORTION

--- Only the Cries in Head, Motherhood… A Magic Motherhood is a peculiar kind of enchantment. You can be wrapped in the deepest silence, yet still hear phantom cries dancing in your mind — echoes that don’t exist in the room, but thrum through your heart as though they were real. It’s the way your soul stays awake, even when your eyes close. The way you stir at the softest rustle, the way your heartbeat seems to march in harmony with a much smaller one. It’s exhausting, undeniably. Overwhelming, without question. Yet, woven between sleepless nights and restless dawns lies a quiet, unshakable magic. A magic that forges strength from fragility. A magic that transforms everyday chaos into sacred memories. A magic that leans close and murmurs — you’re doing enough, you are enough. Because motherhood is not merely the art of raising a child. It is the alchemy of raising yourself — into someone braver, gentler, and infinitely more capable of love than you ever imagined. ---