Today is a special day: my “little one” turns 15.

 

And while we celebrate her birthday, it hits me that my oldest will already be 17 in just a few months.

 

Two teenagers – two young women in the middle of life, chasing their own dreams and finding their own paths.

And me? I’m right there with them – proud, full of love, but sometimes a little wistful too.

 

Sometimes I look at you both and still see those little girls with sparkling eyes, who wanted to ask me everything and share everything with me. Today, in your own ways, you’ve grown up.

You debate, laugh, dream, and live your own lives, and I’m standing just a little bit to the side.

 

Sometimes as a listener, sometimes as a lightning rod, sometimes simply as the one sitting quietly next to you, thinking to myself: wow, you are becoming amazing women.

 

It’s a beautiful, but also challenging process. I can feel our invisible bond stretching.

 

You’re making more and more of your own decisions – and that’s exactly how it should be. And yet, sometimes I wish for just a moment back, when I was still the one who could make everything “right.”

Thinking about my oldest finishing school in three years, and my youngest just a year later… yes, that makes my heart ache a little.

Because I know: then a whole new chapter begins. For you. For me. For us.

 

From mom to companion

 

I used to be the one who knew everything, who comforted, healed, and protected.

Today I let go, listen, endure. I am there when you need me – but I’m also learning to give you your space. It’s not always easy, but I trust you. And I’m discovering who I am beyond just being “mom.”

 

No matter how big you get, no matter which paths you take: you are and will always be my girls.

I love our chaos, our inside jokes, our moments when we’re simply us. And I love seeing you grow strong, because I know that part of that strength comes from my love.

 

To all moms

 

Maybe you know this feeling too – standing between laughter and letting go. Between pride and a little wistfulness. It’s okay to feel this way. We can be proud – not just of our children, but of how we walk alongside them.

 

Today, on this special birthday, I am simply grateful. For you two. For all that has been. For all that is yet to come.