22/11/2025
Yesterday on the plane, he had to sit with his dad while I sat right behind them with the baby. Two little ones can’t sit together because of the emergency masks… so there he was, just one row ahead of me. And then suddenly, his tiny hand reached back through the seat, searching for mine.
In that moment, my heart melted and cracked all at once. He has been so patient these days—so gentle, so understanding as I juggle a newborn and ask him to wait “just a minute” more times than I’d like to admit. He helps with the baby, brings me things, kisses his sibling’s head… he’s growing faster than I can catch.
But moments like this remind me: he still needs me just as much. Even if he doesn’t always say it, he still reaches for me. He still wants reassurance that I’m right there.
Motherhood in two directions is beautiful and emotional and tender and hard—and I’m learning to hold on to these small gestures that say everything his little voice doesn’t.
My sweet boy, you’ll never be too big to reach for my hand. And I’ll never be too far to take it. 🤍✈️✨