People say it quietly.
“I couldn’t do it.”
“I don’t know how you do it.”
“You’re so strong.”
And every time, I think the same thing.
This isn’t strength.
❤️ This is love. ❤️
I’m not doing anything extraordinary. I’m just loving my child the only way I know how.
Yes, this life has taught me things I never expected to learn. It has stretched me. It has refined me. It has shown me depths of patience, faith, and resilience I didn’t know I had.
✨ But it has also given me perspective. ✨
It has taught me to celebrate things others might overlook.
To be grateful for stable appointments.
To see miracles in ordinary days.
Most of all, it has shown me how incredible my child is.
❤️ Our warrior's courage inspires me. ❤️
❤️ Our fighter's smile grounds me. ❤️
❤️ Our survivor's life is a gift — one I will never take for granted.
I don’t wake up and think about how hard this is.
I wake up and think about how blessed I am to be her mom.
Because when it’s your child, love doesn’t feel heavy.