Being a mom is not easy...
Before I became a mother, Mother’s Day was always about the incredible woman who raised me. As a Kenyah Badeng people, we don’t really celebrate our mothers, maybe because we can’t afford to do so but I can say nowadays, we Kenyah people is celebrating our mother every Mother’s Day.We are changing for a better now.
For myself, I don’t have an opportunity to celebrate Mother’s Day with my mom in real event as I am lived far from my mom. Usually, every year I will vc her and sometimes we bought cake for her. It’s truly feel amazing and its make me reflect on myself as I am a mother now.
Mother’s Day isn’t just a date on the calendar anymore. It’s personal.
Now I understand the weight behind the word “mom.” The sleepless nights, the worry, the love so deep it hurts, the sacrifices no one sees. I feel the tiredness in my bones and the joy in the tiniest moments—like when my child laughs, hugs me tightly, or simply says “mama.” It’s beautiful, messy, exhausting, and fulfilling all at once.
This year, Mother’s Day brings mixed emotions. I’m proud of how far I’ve come. I’m grateful for the lessons. I’m softer in some ways, stronger in others. But I also carry the invisible load that all mothers do—the doubts, the guilt, the endless thinking about whether I’m doing enough.
Becoming a mom made me appreciate my own mother in ways I never could before. Now I get it. Now I see her strength, her patience, her quiet resilience. And now I carry that legacy, hoping to pass on the same kind of love to my own child.
To all the moms out there—those holding their babies close, those missing theirs from afar, and those still waiting for their miracle—you are seen, you are loved, and you are amazing.
Happy Mother’s Day, to us.
0 comments