Cristina Simona Filip TP in Romania
I am a mother. Such a simple word, yet it has transformed my life in ways I could never have imagined. For five years, I have proudly carried this title, and now, at 34 years old and pregnant with my baby boy, I am once again learning to be a mother, this time in a new way, in a different di - mension of love and responsibility. When my daughter was born, I felt like my world was being rewritten. It wasn’t just about sleepless nights or the whirlwind of emotions; it was about how, day by day, I rediscovered myself through her eyes. I always knew I didn’t want to impose limits that would narrow her hori- zons. I wanted her to be free, to choose, to express herself, to experi- ment, and I wanted to be by her side as a gentle and patient guide, as an unwavering supporter. It hasn’t always been easy. There were moments of breakdown, silent tears in the night, doubts, and overwhelming exhaustion. But there were just as many moments of laughter, embraces that healed my soul, and priceless lessons learned from a little girl who showed me that magic exists in the simplest things. Now, with a second heartbeat growing inside me, I feel that my love doesn’t divide, it multiplies. I think about my baby boy and hope to be as good a mother to him as I am to her. Not perfect, not flawless, but authentic, present, and deeply involved. I want them to grow up knowing that their mother was always there, that she believed in them, and that she allowed them to be exactly who they are meant to be. My contribution as a mother goes beyond offering love and protection. I encourage my children to explore the world with confidence. I instill in them the courage to ask questions, think critically, and find beauty in the diversity of people and experiences. I teach them to be empa- thetic and to respect and appreciate both success and failure as part of their growth.
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LETTERS TO MOTHERS
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