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The Adults Were Tired Too
Growing up, I thought adults had everything figured out. They were the decision-makers. The rule-makers. The people who always seemed to know what was right and what was wrong. As a child, it never occurred to me that they might be struggling too. I spent much of my childhood being raised by my grandparents. My…
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The Joy Of Being Bad At Something Again
If you had told sixteen-year-old me that I would spend my thirties learning Korean, I probably would have laughed. Like many millennials who grew up during the second-generation K-pop era, Korean music was simply part of the background of my teenage years. There was Super Junior. BigBang. Wonder Girls. SHINee. Girls’ Generation. Then 2NE1 debuted.…
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I Was Just Clearing My Weverse Notifications.
I wasn’t looking for life advice. In fact, I was doing the complete opposite. It was late at night, and I was simply trying to clear the mountain of Weverse notifications that had quietly accumulated over the past few days. I thought I would open a replay, watch a few minutes, smile at the members’…
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The Lessons June Left Behind
If May was the month I forgot to rest, then June became the month that reminded me I’m still learning. It felt like a quiet but persistent nudge, urging me to slow down and pay attention again. I’ve been a mother for more than a decade, and that time has shaped so much of who…
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Learning New Languages As An Adult
If you had told me ten years ago that I would spend my thirties learning Korean, I probably would have laughed. Not because I disliked languages. Because by then, I thought life would already be decided. Adults don’t learn new things for fun, right? Adults work. Pay bills. Raise children. Repeat. At least that’s what…
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Mothering Without A Village
Growing up, I never thought much about the phrase “it takes a village.” Because I had one. On my father’s side alone, there were eleven siblings. Aunties. Uncles. Cousins. Half-cousins. More people than I could keep track of. Almost every month, someone would be visiting or sleeping over. Mattresses would be pulled out and laid…
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I Didn’t Know How To Receive Help
I became a mother without really knowing what motherhood looked like up close. Not in the gentle, guided way some women do. There wasn’t a blueprint handed to me.No long conversations preparing me for breastfeeding, recovery, emotional overwhelm, or the quiet identity shift that happens after you become someone’s mother. A lot of my early…
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We Thought Independence Was Maturity
I think a lot of millennials were praised for surviving things they never should have handled alone. And because of that, many of us grew up believing independence was maturity. If you could stay quiet,handle things yourself,not ask for help,not cry too much,not burden anyone— people called you “mature for your age.” So we learned…
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The Conversation My Brother Overheard
We went to the zoo today. Ironically, the animals weren’t the highlight. The older kids were more interested in the rope course than the lions, giraffes, or zebras. Somewhere along the way, my children evolved from kids who enjoy sightseeing into kids who want experiences. While we were having lunch, I found myself talking to…
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I Wasn’t A Difficult Child
For the longest time, I genuinely believed I was a difficult child. Too emotional. Too rebellious. Too sensitive. Too much. At least that’s what I quietly told myself growing up. And honestly, I carried that belief into adulthood too. It’s strange how children internalise things. Adults can have bad days, financial stress,…