My heart sank. I couldn’t understand who the woman was—or what Mia was trying to say.
The next morning, I gently asked Mia about the drawing. She looked startled, then clutched the picture to her chest. “You weren’t supposed to see this,” she whispered. “Daddy told me to hide it better.”
Confused and concerned, I asked Jake if he knew anything about the drawing. That’s when he said it was time I understood what Mia had been feeling. He suggested we visit her school and speak with her teacher, Claire.
The moment Claire greeted us, I recognized her from the drawing. She kindly invited us into her office and gently explained that Mia had shared feeling sad and distant from me. With my long work hours and hospital visits, Mia had begun to feel as though I wasn’t around anymore. Claire, who Mia trusted, had become a source of comfort.
Claire emphasized that she hadn’t meant to overstep. She simply listened when Mia opened up and shared her feelings with Jake soon after. Jake had only just found out and was trying to figure out the best way to handle it without making me feel worse.
Rather than anger, I felt a deep sadness. Not at anyone else—but at the realization that my daughter had been feeling lost and unsure of my love. It was a wake-up call.
That evening, I sat down with Mia during dinner and opened my heart. I explained everything—about Grandma’s health, the extra work, and how much I loved her, even if I hadn’t been present as often as she needed.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged me tightly. “I love you, Mommy. I just thought you didn’t love me anymore,” she whispered.
From that moment on, I made a promise—to Mia and to myself. I reached out to my siblings to share more of our mother’s care and carved out dedicated time every week just for my daughter and me. Whether it was baking cookies or taking long walks in the park, those moments became the foundation of a new chapter in our bond.
This experience reminded me that love isn’t just about intentions—it’s about presence. And even in life’s busiest seasons, it’s never too late to reconnect with the ones who matter most.
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