03/09/2025
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Yesterday, Zachary looked at me with his big eyes and asked:
βMama, do you regret having me and Lily?β
My heart stopped.
Why would a little boy even think of asking that?
And then it hit me. Maybe he noticed the times Iβm too tired, too forgetful, too quick to get angry. Maybe he thought my stress meant I didnβt want him.
But the truth isβ π π§ππ―ππ« π«ππ π«ππ π‘ππ―π’π§π π¦π² ππ‘π’π₯ππ«ππ§. ππ¨π ππ¨π« π π¬πππ¨π§π.
Yes, I get frustrated. Yes, I lose patience. Yes, I feel like Iβm failing sometimes.
But Zachary and Lily are not the cause of my strugglesβ ππ‘ππ² ππ«π π¦π² π«πππ¬π¨π§πππ¨ π€πππ© π π¨π’π§π .
So I hugged him and said,
βNo, anak. Never. You and Lily are my greatest blessings.β
Motherhood is messy. Itβs not all smiles and picture-perfect days. But even in my weakest moments, I know I was meant to be their mama. ππ