09/02/2025
Morning feelings... borrowed & used Google translate, sry for the mistakes 🫣
"No one prepares you for the strange silence that grown children leave behind. Not the emptiness of the rooms, but the silence that slowly creeps into your heart. When they stop asking you what to do, when they stop seeking your advice, when they start living...without you. And you smile, of course. That's what you wanted - to see, them take flight. But deep down, something breaks. Being a mother to grown children is a whole different job. It means gritting your teeth and listening when you see them making mistakes. It means fighting the urge to call them when they don't answer. It means learning to love without saying a word. You watch from a distance, your hands resting peacefully, but your heart is trembling. Sometimes they share something with you... but often they don't. And you pretend it doesn't hurt But it does. It hurts that you're not all that much of a part of them. It hurts to see that they don't need you anymore. At least not like they did back then. AND yet you're there You put their favorite food on the table when they come home. You keep the photos of them when they were little. You pray for them every night, as if prayer is enough to protect them from the world. Because deep down, a mother never stops caring. She just learns to do it differently.
From the shadows.
From the corner.
From prayer.
It's an invisible love, that still holds everything together. Being a mother to an adult child means accepting that you are no longer the center of their life.. and yet loving them as if you always were. Because there is a love that never fades - it just learns to wait patiently.
In SILENCE."