There’s a quiet truth that settles into your heart once you become a parent—your child will not always need you the way they do right now. The tiny hands that reach for yours, the eager voices that call your name, the constant demand for your attention—it all feels endless in the moment. But it isn’t.… Continue reading They Won’t Ask Forever
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Admiring the Fast-Movers: Why I Look Up to People in Physical Jobs
There’s a quiet kind of admiration I carry for people whose jobs require them to move fast, stay alert, and handle multiple things at once with their hands and feet constantly in motion. I’m talking about waiters weaving between tables with trays of hot food, supermarket sorters unloading boxes in rhythm, cashiers scanning and bagging… Continue reading Admiring the Fast-Movers: Why I Look Up to People in Physical Jobs
A Flower Doesn’t Compete. It Just Blooms
Have you ever stopped to really look at flowers? I don’t mean glancing at them on your way to work or noticing a bouquet in a vase. I mean actually observing them—how each one opens in its own time, stretches toward the light, and stands tall, not to outshine the others, but simply to be… Continue reading A Flower Doesn’t Compete. It Just Blooms
Make Every Moment Count
Time is the one thing we all have, yet never seem to have enough of. We often think we have plenty of it, especially when we’re young. We put things off, assuming there will be more chances later. We wait for the perfect moment, the right mood, or the ideal conditions. But as life moves… Continue reading Make Every Moment Count
Workaholic: A Word That Defines Me
If there’s one word that describes me, my husband would say it’s workaholic. He didn’t even hesitate when I asked. It was an instant response, almost as if he had been waiting for the question. At first, I laughed. Then, I thought about it. He’s right. I throw myself into my work with an intensity… Continue reading Workaholic: A Word That Defines Me
The Time I Wish I Had More Of
If I could wish for one thing every day, it would be more time with my daughter while she’s still young. Every moment feels fleeting, and I often wonder how different things might have been if I had more time to spend with her in these early years. She’s only two years and one month… Continue reading The Time I Wish I Had More Of
