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2nd July 2016
09:55pm BST

Nobody saw you, nobody at all at 3am when they woke again. Nobody saw you picking up the peas, wiping up the beans, emptying the laundry basket, taking out the bins again and again. Nobody saw the crust of toast that fell out of your bra when you got undressed at night, such a glamorous life being mum.To read the rest of this lovely poem, please click into the author's blog and read her original post. Now, send this on to every mum you know that needs to hear these words! (Oh, and pass us some tissues...) (Feature image via Children of the Tribe/Instagram )
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