Aisha was navigating motherhood, and it wasn't easy. She was exhausted, sleep-deprived, and questioning her sanity. Amara was a handful, and Aisha felt like she was failing.
Alex was her saving grace, helping with nighttime feeds and diaper changes. He reminded Aisha that she was doing great, that it was okay to ask for help.
Slowly, Aisha found her footing. She learned to cherish the small moments, like Amara's tiny smiles and giggles. She realized that perfection was a myth, and that being a good mom meant being present.