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She realized then that being a "perfect mother" wasn't about the absence of chaos. It was about being present within it. The red circle with the clock face was gone; in its place was a woman who finally had time to play.

"Everything okay?" Mark asked, stepping over a discarded shoe. Une mГЁre parfaite

Her husband, Mark, walked in to find Claire and the kids building a fort out of the expensive linen sheets. They were laughing—a loud, uncoordinated sound that hadn't echoed in those walls for years. She realized then that being a "perfect mother"