I can’t be a mother without support from my mother and older sister now,
but today, I was able to do a mother job just by myself in the late afternoon.
I always think I am not enough as a mother now. But I cannot give up because I am a mother of two children.
My daughter said to me in bed today,
“I had a dream about you, Mommy.
You came to the kindergarten to pick us up.
On the way back, we were playing in the park,
but you fell down there.
I can’t forget the nightmare.
I am always worried about you when you come to pick us up.”
I want to become a mother, again,
who finds it normal to go to their kindergarten…
At this moment when I wrote about my small accomplishment
and strong desire that I had today,
I noticed that I haven’t changed at all.
What do I learn from this disease?
Asking myself self self self….