30/01/2026
Holding my grandson now, but in my heart, I am also holding my daughter at that same age β remembering the days I was physically absent. This moment feels like a gentle, bittersweet reunion with my younger self, with the mother I once was, and the mother I wished to be more fully present as.
Life led me to serve, to give myself to others, even when it meant sacrificing moments I can never get back. Yet love has a way of returning β through my children, and now through my grandchildren. In this quiet embrace, I am offering the tenderness, comfort, and presence that time and duty once took, and in doing so, my heart is slowly melting yet still dreaming. π€π
