Motherhood isn’t just love; it’s exhaustion, doubt, and sacrifice. It’s breaking down in the shower, wondering if I’m enough, then feeling tiny arms wrap around me like I’m their whole world. It’s whispered “Mum, I need you” at 2 AM and the way they still reach for my hand. I lose pieces of myself but find a stronger version too. No matter how messy life gets, I’m their safe place. And that? That’s everything.

One memory I’ll never forget is watching my son and daughter truly connect during our surprise Disneyland trip for her golden 6th birthday. Instead of the usual sibling bickering, they became best friends for a week—holding hands, laughing on rides, and sharing pure excitement. Three years later, they still talk about it, bonded by the magic of that trip. It wasn’t just a vacation; it was the moment they became teammates in life.

I travel a lot for work, and mum guilt is real life. Every goodbye tugs at my heart, and no matter how much I remind myself I’m doing this for them, the guilt creeps in. I miss bedtime stories, school drop-offs, and those little moments that feel so big. If I had $20,000, I’d take my kids to Disney World—no hesitation. I want to create a core memory, a trip filled with magic and laughter. Money comes and goes, but moments like that? They last forever. This would be for them.