There are certain motherhood moments that don’t announce themselves as life-changing. They don’t come with soft lighting or a meaningful soundtrack. No one is standing nearby with a camera saying, “This is going to alter your entire perspective on your childhood.” Sometimes it happens while you’re standing at the sink. Again. Washing dishes. Again. For the third time that day. I was a single mom with a toddler underfoot, doing the regular daily survival dance of snacks, dishes, diapers, crumbs, questions, spills, and more dishes somehow. On top of that, I was helping care for my mom while she recovered…