When I became a mom, I found myself scribbling memories, milestones, and late-night thoughts in a simple college-ruled notebook. It wasn’t just about documenting my child’s firsts—it was about capturing my own journey too. Motherhood is beautiful, but it’s also a blur of sleepless nights, overwhelming love, and moments you swear you’ll never forget—until you do.

One day, I had an idea: what if I created a journal just for this? A space not only to record my child’s growth but also to write letters to them each year, sharing pieces of my world as their mom. A book they could one day hold, flipping through pages filled with memories they may have forgotten and glimpses of who I was in the moments that shaped us both.

Journaling became my way of remembering, of processing the joys and the hard days, of holding onto the little things that time tends to erase. And now, I hope to share that with other parents—because our stories matter, and one day, they will mean everything to the little ones who made us who we are.