Celebrating 25 years of motherhood, day 25 - Unconditional Love.

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 Day 25- Unconditional Love.

I cannot believe I have been a mom for 25 years. 

In retrospect, they went by quickly. At the time, they would not grow fast enough. 

At the end of it all, there were more ups than there were downs. 

Sure, I lost it many times, I said harsh words, and I wanted to flee from it all but I stayed. 

I couldn't hold all three of them at the same time, one child always got left out. My arms were not big and long enough.

No way I was a perfect mom, I strived to be one, I felt guilty, I doubted myself. 

I made mistakes, I apologized, I hugged them, I cried with them, and I stayed. I was always present. 

They knew they could count on my being there, for the good, the bad and the ugly. I gave them my 100 percent. 

Both my husband and I grew up in a culture where the parents always sacrificed their happiness for their children, we saw our parents do it and we did the same. The two of us never did anything for ourselves, it was always about them. 

But eventually, we had learnt to enjoy our time together and hence it did not feel like a sacrifice. 

Both of us were on the same page, they were here only for a short time. We did our best to enjoy our times together and travelling became a family thing for us. It makes us happy that the children still like to travel with us. 

My children will always be my pride, joy, and happiness. I wonder when someone asks them if they have a good mom. I secretly hope that they will say they have the best mom, for I will always be their biggest cheerleader and will still be here when everyone else has left.

 I was not perfect, I may not have been the best but three things my kids will be able to say about me, “my mom was there, she made it happen and she never left.”

“My hope is for my kids to remember I was a mom who loved fiercely, even when I was not patient or I was tired and stressed. I hope they know, deep in their souls, how much I truly loved them.”- Hang in there Mama, Ali Flynn. 












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