05/10/2026
Today is a personal post.
This photo is AI-generated of little me (Kara) and adult me today (Myung Jin).
Mother’s Day has become more layered and complex with every passing year.
At first, it was about my mom. Rightfully so. Appreciating all that she gave, sacrificed, carried, and offered to the best of her abilities and capacities.
Then it became about my mom and my sister, as I grew older and realized how much my sister mothered me, too. How often she protected me, helped me, guided me, stood beside me, and loved me like a second mother growing up.
Then it became about me, too. First with Bailey, then Bailey and Emma, and now Bailey, Emma, and Kenzie.
And this year, Mother’s Day also became about little Kara and adult Myung Jin.
About learning how to hold space for the little girl inside me with more tenderness, protection, honesty, grief, curiosity, accountability, and love.
And also holding space for the mother who carried me first, the one I will probably never know or meet, but whose absence and existence both continue to shape me.
The older I get, the less I think motherhood is about perfection, excellence, selflessness, or getting it “right.”
I think it is about showing up.
Messy. Loving. Unhealed. Hopeful. Exhausted. Angry. Joyful. Scared.
Trying.
Failing and repairing.
Losing yourself and finding yourself again.
Realizing love is not purity. It is participation.
And maybe unconditional love is not what many of us were taught it was.
Maybe it is not endless tolerance, martyrdom, or perfection.
Maybe unconditional love is the willingness to keep learning, keep repairing, keep growing, and keep showing up more honestly than the day before.
Kintsugi.
Not hiding the fractures.
Not pretending they never existed.
But allowing them to become part of the story, part of the beauty, part of the wholeness.
I’ve learned a lot about motherhood between adult “mom” Myung Jin and little Kara. And I think they’re both still learning together. 🫶