Later that evening, after Carson had gone to bed, she sat quietly holding those small trophies in her hands. They weren’t made of gold or silver, but they were priceless — symbols of her son’s love, his faith in her, and the proof that she was enough.
In a world that often measures worth by perfection, her little boy had shown her a truth far greater: love doesn’t count the mistakes — it celebrates the effort, the presence, the heart.
And in that quiet moment, surrounded by the stillness of the night, she realized she was holding more than just his awards. She was holding her own — the greatest award of all: being his mom.
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