When I was younger and people said time would go fast, I don’t think I truly understood what they meant.
Now I’m only months away from watching my sweet boy — the one who made me a mother, the one who gave my life its deepest purpose, the one who taught me how fierce love could be — walk across a stage and graduate from high school.
It feels like yesterday that I was holding him, swaddled in a blanket, his big blue eyes searching mine. His ringlets bouncing as we played tag, his laughter echoing with every “got you.” The way he examined every toy, every animal at the zoo, every new place we visited. The endless questions from the back seat as we drove toward our next little adventure.
Life moves faster than anyone is ever prepared for. You can’t turn back the clock. All we’re left with are the memories — the ones that make us smile, the ones that bring tears, the ones that make us wish we could freeze time and hold on forever.
I always wanted to give my kids the world. The things my mom tried so hard to give us — the experiences she never got to have herself. And just like her, I poured everything I had into them, trying to give them more than I ever had.
Now, all I can hope is that it was enough.
That my babies see how deeply they are loved.
Because it was never about the things. It was about the time. The moments. The way I wanted them close. Making memories. Seeing their smiles. Hearing their laughter.
I hope all I do is enough.
I hope they know how much they mean to me.
What I would do for them.
Because to me, this world is nothing without them in it.
As time keeps moving forward, I will always be his mom — the one who loved him first, and the one who will never stop. Time may keep moving, but my love for them will always stay right here.
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