The Comforting Mum

How is it June already?

It feels like just yesterday I was stepping into a new year, trying to piece my life back together. Now half the year is gone, and I’m left wondering where the time went. The truth is, these past few months have been a blur. Between juggling kids, navigating temporary housing, and just trying to stay afloat emotionally, I’ve been busy every single day — yet I feel like I have nothing tangible to show for it.

It’s been nearly 11 months since I became homeless with my two daughters. Nearly a year of surviving. Nearly a year of constantly shifting, adjusting, compromising, and stretching myself in ways I never imagined I’d have to. And still, when I look around, I see no apartment keys, no framed photos on a wall, no proof that any of this struggle has gotten me anywhere.

And that’s the part no one talks about — how exhausting it is to constantly be doing and still feel like you’re standing still. How discouraging it can be to work so hard every day just to maintain the bare minimum, only to feel like you’re falling behind.

But if I really think about it, I do have something to show for this season:
I have two healthy, smiling children who still feel safe and loved despite all the instability.
I’ve shown up for them every day — even when I felt like I couldn’t show up for myself.
I’ve kept us clothed, fed, bathed, and wrapped in love, even when money, resources, and time were tight.

That may not be a shiny new home or a full savings account, but it’s something. It’s everything.

✨ Reflection

Some victories don’t come in the form of milestones. They come in quiet persistence, in choosing to keep going when everything feels slow and fast at the same time. It’s okay to grieve the feeling of falling behind — but don’t forget to honour the strength it takes to keep moving forward at all.

🌸 Affirmation

Even when I feel like I’m standing still, I am still growing. My pace does not define my progress.