The Throne Is Not a Chair, It’s My Intuition – Part 5

Throne

A homemaker’s unseen decisions and deep knowing

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I don’t sit on a high seat

There’s no carved wood, no velvet cushion beneath me

But every day, I make decisions that shape lives

Not with a gavel or scroll but with a feeling deep in my bones

My throne?

It’s built from instinct

It’s carved from care

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I don’t follow manuals -- I follow my gut

Should I pack paratha or poha in the tiffin today?

Will my child be comforted more by silence or a tight hug?

Should I spend on the gas cylinder today or stretch it one more day?

These are not small choices

They are royal decrees passed quietly, felt deeply

And almost always… I get them right

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My intuition is older than me

It’s the voice of my grandmother who knew exactly when to add water to the dal

It’s the whisper of my mother who could sense a fever before a thermometer confirmed it

It’s centuries of feminine knowing—passed from hand to hand, eye to eye

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People say, “You’re so good at managing things.”

But I don’t manage. I sense. I flow

I walk into a messy room and know what to clean first

I see one look on my husband’s face and know what not to say

I hear the silence in my child’s voice and know it’s time to stop scrolling and just sit beside them

That’s not training. That’s queendom

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In this kingdom, I may not be loud but I am wise

I may not have a title,

But I have timing

I may not be celebrated,

But I am centered

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So no, the throne is not a chair

It’s not gold. It’s not public

It’s the quiet confidence I carry into every room I enter

It’s the strength of choosing, again and again, to care

To cook

To console

To carry everyone forward

And I do it not because I have to

But because I know how to

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That knowing? That’s my throne

And I sit on it every single day

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until next time, keep smiling

much love … stay happy … stay blessed … always

SMITHA