When I packed my suitcases, left the only world I’ve known to start building a life I thought was meant to be mine, ours…there’s no regrets.
When we decided to start a family despite your one teenager and one tween in the house that made me a step-mom, I plunge into the unknown of motherhood. There were no regrets.
When I hold that baby for the very first time – only three days after he was born. There was no regret in being bed ridden for four long weeks and being bored out of my mind.
Then as things went downhill…yes, I regretted a lot of things. The “what ifs”, the “should’ve” were plenty.
It took awhile – no a whole heck of a long time – to finally be able to face the final curtains. To finally accepted everything without any more qualms. For I had bent over backwards before walking away was the only choice left.
Because of that I can now face the world with my head held high knowing the scars inside me will eventually heals over time and the end just means a brand new start on my part.
His story and mine has ended maybe just because that’s how the destiny unfolds. Maybe because God have something else in store for me…there are plenty of maybes but I’m welcoming it all with optimism. After the hell I went through, things could only get far better and brighter.
When regrets gnaw my consciousness all I have to do is take one look at the boy who is mine. His cheeky little ways taught me to laugh even when I feel shitty inside. One look at him…and there are no regrets.
“No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?” – Adele’s “Someone Like You”
I am linking up with Just Be Enough after weeks of hiatus from one of my favorite meme. My father is now home and recovering. Thank you for all your prayers and support during these past few weeks of hard times.