El Rosa de Inspiración

04/05/2025

May flowers grow in the saddest parts of your soul! 🤍

03/05/2025

Being a mom without a mom - it’s a different kind of motherhood.
There’s no one to call when the baby won’t stop crying.
No one to ask, “Did I do this right?”
No one to come sit with you in the chaos, the healing, the lonely nights.
It’s grieving and mothering at the same time.
It’s wiping your child’s tears while silently holding back your own.
It’s wishing someone was there to tell you that you’re doing a good job.
It’s missing a mother you never had - or mourning the one you lost.
Sometimes I catch myself wondering what it would feel like,
to be mothered while mothering.
But I remind myself:
I am becoming everything I needed.
I am the safe place.
I am the soft voice.
I am the strength, the calm, the comfort.
I am the mother I always wished I had.
And my children?
They will never have to wonder.

Being a mom without a mom - it’s a different kind of motherhood.

There’s no one to call when the baby won’t stop crying.
No one to ask, “Did I do this right?”
No one to come sit with you in the chaos, the healing, the lonely nights.

It’s grieving and mothering at the same time.
It’s wiping your child’s tears while silently holding back your own.
It’s wishing someone was there to tell you that you’re doing a good job.
It’s missing a mother you never had - or mourning the one you lost.

Sometimes I catch myself wondering what it would feel like,
to be mothered while mothering.

But I remind myself:
I am becoming everything I needed.

I am the safe place.
I am the soft voice.
I am the strength, the calm, the comfort.
I am the mother I always wished I had.

And my children?
They will never have to wonder.

25/04/2025

Change your Personality...

25/04/2025

Please don’t tell me I’m strong now.
You weren’t there when I needed you.
When I sat alone, rocking a screaming baby with tears running down my face.
When my body was hurting, my mind was spiraling, and I felt invisible.

When I was drowning in postpartum…
silent and scared and holding it all together with shaking hands..

you were quiet too.

When I was running on two hours of sleep,
crying in the shower, smiling in public but falling apart behind closed doors..

you didn’t check in.

Now you want to say how “strong” I am?

No.
I didn’t want to be strong.
I wanted to be supported.
Seen.
Held.

So don’t romanticize the strength it took to survive what I never should’ve had to survive alone.

Because that wasn’t strength.

That was survival.

And I’m done pretending it didn’t hurt.

25/04/2025

If you ever hurt my child, you became my enemy forever.

No explanations, no second chances. My child is my world, and anyone who brings them pain will never have a place in my life again. I don’t forget, and I won’t forgive when it comes to my child’s well-being.

That’s a boundary I’ll defend with everything I have.

25/04/2025

What if, I didn't open my eyes again? 🥺It's not death I am scared of - it's a thought of leaving my child behind! 🥺😭

Every night, after a long, tiring day. When the world slowly drifts into sleep. I lie there beside my child, staring at the ceiling, listening to their soft breathing.

But even in that silence - my mind is loud.
Louder than it’s been all day.

Because every night, just before I close my eyes, a fear crawls in—quietly but fiercely.
A fear that grips my heart and squeezes it tight.

What if I didn't’t open my eyes again?

It’s not death I’m scared of. It’s the thought of leaving my child behind. The thought of not being there when they need me. The idea that someday, they might cry for me, and I won’t be there to hold them.

Who will brush their hair in the morning?
Who will pack their lunch just the way they like it? Who will understand their unspoken words like I do? Who will be their safe place in this world?

That thought breaks me. It scares me more than anything else in this life.

So many people think motherhood is just about feeding, bathing, or teaching them how to walk. But for a mother, it’s about silently carrying the weight of a thousand fears—every single day. And still showing up with a smile. Still singing lullabies.
Still saying, “Everything will be okay,” even when we don’t feel okay ourselves.

Sometimes, I want to scream. Sometimes, I want to cry without hiding in the bathroom. But most nights, I just lie there, hugging my child a little tighter, whispering a prayer.

“Dear God, just one more day. Let me wake up tomorrow. Let me see their smile.
Let me be their comfort, their shield, their home.

Just one more...

25/04/2025

My job as a mother is to protect my children.

Not just from scraped knees or bad dreams.
But from toxic energy. From inconsistent love. From people who only show up when it’s easy.

If that means cutting someone off, no matter who they are, then so be it.
If you cannot love my kids fully, if your presence brings more harm than peace, you do not get access to them.

I will never apologize for setting boundaries that protect their hearts.

Their safety, their happiness, their peace will always come first.

25/04/2025

"Everyone keeps asking, 'What did you even do all day?'

But no one sees the invisible work— the countless moments of calming tiny storms, wiping unseen tears, and protecting a fragile little heart.

Every task takes longer, not because I’m slow - but because I choose love over speed, patience over pressure.

For to me, my child’s mental and emotional well-being means more than a spotless house or a to-do list.

And that - is my day.

25/04/2025

I’m not worn out from being a mom. I’m just a little drained from giving my all, every single day.

I love my little ones with everything I have. But the long nights, the endless mess, the quiet mental load it adds up sometimes.

It’s not that I want time away from them. I just need a quiet moment to rest, to breathe, to refill my cup so I can keep pouring love into theirs.

It’s not a weakness. It’s just a reminder that even moms need care too.