05/09/2025
No one prepares you for the silence children leave behind when they grow up.
Not the silence of an empty house,
but the silence that seeps into your heart,
when they stop asking what to do,
when they stop seeking your advice,
when they begin to live without you.
And yes, you smile.
Because that’s what you prayed for, to see them spread their wings.
But behind the smile something cracks softly inside.
🌸 Being the mother of adult children is different.
It’s holding back your words when you know they’re wrong.
It’s swallowing the urge to call when they don’t answer.
It’s learning the hardest love of all,
to love without holding,
to care without clinging,
to guide without being seen.
Sometimes they share pieces of their world.
Many times, they don’t.
And you pretend it doesn’t sting, but it does.
It hurts not to be at the center anymore.
It hurts to feel they don’t need you, at least, not like before.
And still, you remain.
Cooking their favorite dish when they visit.
Straightening the old photos they once loved.
Whispering prayers into the night,
as if your faith could shield them from the storms.
Because a mother never stops being a mother.
She only learns to love from the shadows,
from a quiet corner,
from a trembling heart,
from a prayer no one hears,
but one that sustains everything.
💡 Moral: Being the mother of an adult child means stepping out of the center of their life, but continuing to love them with the same fire. Some loves don’t fade. They simply learn to wait, in silence.
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Pic: my eldest son and his childrens python
