I used to think motherhood meant already knowing everything—how to soothe every cry, how to answer every question, how to hold steady in every storm. But the truth is, I’ve been growing up right alongside my kids. Every new milestone they reach somehow becomes one for me, too.

When they learned to walk, I learned to slow down.
When they discovered their voices, I learned to listen more closely.
And every time they stumbled through something hard, I discovered a deeper strength of my own.

There’s something unbelievably sweet about realizing we’re both beginners at this—me at being a mother, them at being themselves. We’re learning, unlearning, trying again, and laughing our way through the parts that don’t make sense yet.

The world expects parents to be the guides. But often, my children are the ones teaching me how to be softer, braver, and more present. We are growing up together, hand in hand, and there’s nothing more special than that.