Healing my inner child by loving my kids unconditionally

Good morning, everyone!

It’s December 18 today, which means we’re only 7 days away from our Christmas festivities! Yay!

When I was a child, my late father would celebrate Christmas in Tagbilaran. We often visited the home of his boss.

My father and I shared a very close bond while my younger brother had a strong connection with our mom. I was in my second year of college when my father passed away suddenly from a cardiac arrest. His death was unexpected. We came to terms with the fact that he would no longer be with us, but his cherished memories will forever remain in our hearts. I missed you so much Pa. It's been 14 years now since you've left. This photo was taken around 2008.❤️

When I became a mother, I made a promise to myself to give everything for my children. I never anticipated that I would have four kids. 😅

Being a mother involves a significant amount of responsibility in raising and nurturing our children. We must remain strong and healthy in order to support and assure them about their future. While we may not be present with them at all times, we constantly hope for their safety when they leave home and until they return. While I may not provide them with everything they desire, I generously equip them with insights and knowledge that they can utilize later in life.

My inner child experienced a deficiency of love. My mom isn't very expressive in showing affection towards us, but she demonstrates her love through the way she cares for my brother and me. I can hardly recall her ever saying "I love you," possibly because those words aren't her way of expressing love. However, regardless of that, my love for her remains unchanged.

I often wonder why my mom was always angry when we were children. She had a strict approach to everything. She wouldn't let us go out, especially at night with friends or cousins. I discovered the reason when I became a mother myself. One reason is the fear that something unpleasant could occur while our children are out. It’s part of a mother’s instincts and a form of love.
That's when reality hits me. But the way, that's my mom.❤️

Thank you for taking time reading my post. Hope to see your around here. Advance Merry Christmas! ❤️