If you have a complicated relationship with mothers and motherhood, you can stop reading this now and simply focus on beautiful JIMIN.

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This post is about my mom, who I used to have and still have a complicated relationship with. Good and bad. Dark and light.

She’s seen me through my worst. And by that I mean, my life was in shambles and I wasn’t being and doing and living. I was surviving, and it must’ve been hard for her to see that.

But after 8 years of watching me struggle, she saw the light in me this week. It’s been a month or so since my health kick. I’m blossoming and I didn’t even realize it. I came home today and she applauded me for being and doing all the things that I did.

My mom is a verbal person, to say the least. Usually she texts me long long long paragraphs of negative things. She says these negative things because she’s worried about me and trying to make me live life. I get that dynamic. But I’m glad to receive ten pages of her text messages this time around. For the first time in 8 years, she had this to say:

For me and my record, that’s amazing. I’m posting this because I want to document it, a sparkling time in my life. She’s the most honest gauge to my success in picking myself up and moving forward. As an engaged mom I can imagine her stress lifting as she watches me thrive and take care of myself.

Maybe thriving is small scale too. It doesn’t have to change the world. Thriving can simply be doing much better than before under hard circumstances.

I’m so blessed to have my parents. Really and truly.

That’s all. Good nite.