The Gift of Forever—#267🌻

It seems that the @ladiesofhive send me into deep reflection every week. Reflecting on @elizabethbit's question was a little tricky but surprisingly fun.

If I could give a gift with the greatest power to do good, I would give my mother the gift of youth all over again.

Not the kind of youth that is defined by age, but the kind of youth defined by strength, clarity, and ease. I would restore her physical energy, free her from all her body aches, pains, and the quiet battles that come with growing old. I would return her clear vision so she would no longer need glasses and give her a deep and peaceful sleep so she would rest without medication. I would bring back the effortless hearing that usually makes our conversations flow without raised voices or repeated sentences.

My mother has always been the light in our home—her presence softens difficult moments, her humor lifts the heaviest thoughts from my heart, and her calm singing voice still carries the power to soothe me. With her, stress dissolves into laughter, and worries transform into something bearable. She is my calm, my comfort, and the origin of the humor that life has tried to dim in me.

But old age has slowly claimed parts of her I wish I could protect. So if I had the power to give one extraordinary gift, I would return my mother to her youthful glow, allowing us to stay young—together—forever.🌻

SECOND QUESTION:

The Priceless Moments That Make Me Whole👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

My favorite thing to enjoy during this period when the children are actually on vacation is the extraordinary time I share with my family—especially my children. Being a working mother is a constant race against the clock. Every day is filled with rushing, calculating, planning, and adjusting just to meet morning chores and still show up strong at work. It is rewarding, but it is never easy.

That's why the holiday feels like a breath of fresh air. The children are finally on break, and I, too, have a moment to pause. In this rare window of rest, I get to enjoy the very things I often rush past: watching them play "paper spaghetti," as my daughter would say.

Take a quick ride with his sister to "the moon," as my son would say.

Settling their harmless quarrels, sharing in their contagious laughter, seeing their faces as they fall asleep, and being the first voice they hear when they wake. We pray together, sing together, and explore new meals without pressure or deadlines. I observe their reactions—curious, excited, dramatic—each one reminding me how precious these days truly are.

These simple moments holds an incredible beauty that money cannot buy. They remind my husband and me why we work so hard and what matters most at the end of each day. If I could, I would hold onto this holiday period forever, cherishing every priceless second with my family.

This is my response to the @ladiesofhive community contest—Round #267

Thank you @elizabethbit for the reflection.

SEE YOU SOON WITH YET ANOTHER REFLECTION AND EXPERIENCE🌻🌸