Being a Mother it's About Being Fierceless & Loving...
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There are days when I feel like I’m failing at everything—when the weight of the world sits squarely on my shoulders, and even breathing feels like a task too heavy to bear. In those moments, I look at her—my daughter, my light—and I’m struck by the simplest, most profound truth: I still love her, fiercely, immeasurably, even when I feel like I’m falling apart inside. That love doesn’t flicker. It’s like a thread tethering me to something larger than myself, something purer, even when I can’t find my way through the fog of my own emotions.
Sometimes I catch myself snapping over small things—a spilled drink, a forgotten chore, the relentless repetition of questions when my mind is miles away trying to hold my sanity together. And afterward, the guilt crawls in like a tide, silent and merciless. How can she still run into my arms as if I hung the moon, when I’ve just fallen short of who I want to be for her? That’s the ache of motherhood that no one warns you about: not the chaos of the house, not the sleepless nights, but the gnawing fear that your love might not be enough to make up for your flaws.
What undoes me every time is her grace. That grace shows up in the way she holds my hand without asking when she senses I’m not okay. In the way she looks at me—those eyes that have never once doubted me, not even when I doubt myself. She doesn’t need me to be perfect; she just needs me to be present. And that alone becomes a balm I didn’t know I needed. Her unconditional love has taught me more about healing than any therapy session ever has.
I’ve learned to apologize. Not out of guilt, but from a place of honoring our connection. Telling her “I’m sorry” when I mess up doesn’t diminish my role as her mother—it makes it more real, more human. I want her to know that strength isn’t about never breaking down; it’s about returning to love, again and again, no matter how far you stray in your weakest moments. I want her to see that resilience isn’t armor—it’s the soft, stubborn decision to love anyway.
Looking back, I’m not sure how I ended up with someone so gentle, so wise, so full of light. She is, without a doubt, the most extraordinary thing I’ve ever been part of. And even when I feel undeserving, even when I feel small and lost, I choose to love her with everything I have. Especially in those awful moments—when I don’t love myself, when I’m struggling to function—because that’s when love becomes its most powerful, most radical form. Loving her has saved me, more than she’ll ever know.
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No ones person moms ,I say sorry to my daughter to if I made mistake and their a guilt of doing it. Look at tour daughter, that your ultimate why? wjy the reason you live because of her. You will do anything for her, to protect, suppand give her unconditional love. Be stong mommy, she dont something will happen to you too. Just care both of you. Take time to realx and enjoy your company together. 😍
Thank you @katiekate86
Your welcome @chris-chris92 😍
You've found the greatest love and treasure of your life in your lovely daughter. I think it's your love for her that patches up every imperfection, and fills in the spaces of uncertainties in your heart and mind every time you think you might not be enough or lacking something as a parent. The truth is, for her, you are more than enough, and while you're rooting for her, she's rooting for you as well. You're doing great as a mom. 💕
Wow, I tell appreciate your kind words. It moved me, from the button of my heart,I thank you for saying that 🫶🏽💜💜
Being Mom is not easy, it's okay to feel tired and unsure sometimes. But your love to your daughter is so strong and she is very lucky to have you as a mother.