There is a kind of motherhood we don't talk about enough. It isn't the picture-perfect version. It isn't the version where everything is organized, the bills are paid, the house is peaceful, and Mom somehow manages to hold everything together without breaking. It's motherhood in survival mode. I became a mother while I was still trying to figure out how to hold my own life together. I was young, stretched thin, and carrying responsibilities that sometimes felt much bigger than my age, resources, and circumstances could comfortably hold. I loved my child deeply, but love alone didn't pay rent, ease financial pressure, calm anxiety, or slow down time. My oldest daughter was there with me during that season. She didn't just grow up through it; she experienced it alongside me. She felt the limitations, the stress, the uncertainty, and the days when I was doing everything I could but still running on empty. Even as a child, she was living through the real...