03/08/2026
๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ญ๐๐ 6 ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ 4 ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฒ... ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฆ๐, ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐๐๐ฒ๐. ๐ค๐ฅน
In celebration of ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ค, I just want to honor a journey that has been one of the most beautiful, exhausting, and rewarding seasons of my motherhood.
After 6 years and 4 months, Mira has finally weaned.
If you've been following us for years, you probably know this wasn't an easy journey. ๐
People would often ask,
"๐๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐จ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฃ๐ฆ-๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ข ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ช๐บ๐ข?"
I'd just smile.
Because what they didn't see were the countless nights I stayed awake comforting her. The moments she cried whenever I gently tried to wean her. The times I felt physically exhausted but still chose to hold her close because I knew she wasn't just asking for milk anymore.
As she grew older, breastfeeding became so much more than feeding.
It became her safe place after a long day at school.
Her comfort whenever she was tired, overwhelmed, or simply wanted to feel close to Mommy.
And maybeโฆ it became my comfort too.
There were so many times I prayed,
"๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ข๐จ-๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐บ๐ข." ๐
Especially when she started school. Ang laki na niya, pero pag-uwi, hahanapin pa rin niya ako. There were days I longed to have my body back, to sleep more comfortably, and to simply have a little more freedom.
But deep inside, I also knew...
One day, this season would end.
And now... it has.
No more,
"๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐บ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ."
No more sleepy cuddles before bedtime.
No more little hands reaching for the comfort she's known since the day she was born.
I honestly thought I'd only feel relieved.
And yes, I do.
After more than six years, I can finally sleep a little better. My body is finally mine again.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐'๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ซ๐...
A few days after she stopped breastfeeding, I suddenly found myself missing it.
I became emotional.
I looked at her one day and thought,
"๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ข๐ญ๐ข ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ข. ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ข '๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ."
I realized I wasn't just saying goodbye to breastfeeding.
I was saying goodbye to a season I'll never get back.
That's the bittersweet truth about motherhood.
We spend years praying for our children to grow...
Then one day they do.
And suddenly, we find ourselves missing the very things that once left us exhausted.
To every breastfeeding mama reading this...
Whether your journey lasted weeks, months, or years, please know this:
๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐.
Every sleepless night.
Every sacrifice.
Every sore body.
Every cuddle.
Every moment your baby found comfort in your arms...
None of it was ever wasted.
One ordinary day, without even realizing it, you'll experience your ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง.
And you won't know it's the last until it becomes a memory.
So if you're still in the middle of this season, even on the hardest days...
Pause.
Take a deep breath.
Hold your little one a little longer.
Because these days may feel long, but one day you'll realize they were never long enough.
Thank You, Lord, for giving me the privilege of nourishing, comforting, and loving my daughter in this special way for 6 years and 4 months. ๐ค
Happy World Breastfeeding Week to all the amazing moms. Your love, your sacrifice, and your unwavering devotion are shaping hearts in ways you may never fully see. And that's a beautiful legacy.
