Hey everyone,
This isn’t my usual kind of post. Normally, I’m all about sharing snippets of my day, funny anecdotes, or the occasional meme that makes me laugh. But today is different. Today, my heart is heavy and full, and I feel like I need to spill it all out here with you. Maybe some of you will understand, or maybe this is something I just need to do for myself.
Yesterday was a strange day. It all started when I was cleaning out the attic, something I had been putting off forever. You know how it is, you think you have so much time until you stumble upon a forgotten box and suddenly you’re time-traveling through your past. I found this small, dusty box that I didn’t remember keeping. Inside were paper cranes—not just a few, but hundreds of them, each carefully folded and arranged. Seeing them stunned me for a moment. I sat there, amidst the dust motes dancing in the sunlight streaming through the tiny attic window, with tears welling up in my eyes.
They were from my mother. I immediately recognized her handwriting on a small note tucked inside the box. She used to make these cranes every time she was worried or stressed. As a child, I saw them as nothing more than pretty paper decorations. I never understood the significance until now.
The note said, “Each crane carries a wish for you.” I read it over and over, feeling each word seep into my bones. I never realized how much she worried for me. She passed away when I was a teenager, and back then, I was too young, too self-absorbed to realize the depth of her love and concern.
I spent the rest of the day sitting with that box, unfolding some of the cranes and reading the tiny wishes she had written inside, each one filled with love and hope. “I wish for you to never feel alone,” one read. Another said, “I wish you find your path and walk it with joy.” There were so many, each more poignant than the last.
I can’t fully explain how this discovery has changed me. At first, I felt a deep sadness for the years I spent without realizing the gravity of her affection. But amidst the tears, I also felt something else—gratitude. Gratitude for having had someone in my life who loved me so deeply, even beyond her own presence.
These paper cranes, hidden away for years, held the truth I needed to hear: that I was loved fiercely and unconditionally, even in absence. It’s a truth that resonates within me now, giving me strength and peace I didn’t know I was missing.
I know it’s up to me to carry this truth forward. To honor her wishes by living a life filled with kindness and empathy—not just for others, but for myself. Discovering these cranes was like finding a compass, guiding me towards healing and fulfillment.
So here I am, sharing this with you all. I hope that if any of you are struggling with your own sense of worth or feel lost, you can find your own little box of cranes, a reminder of the love that stays with us, quietly shaping our lives.
Thank you for reading, thank you for being here.
Love,
[Your Name]