What is one thing you would change about yourself?

There’s a strange kind of freedom that comes with getting older — a softening, a settling, a sense that we don’t need to apologise for who we are anymore. I know I am far from perfect, but I’ve reached a place where I wouldn’t change much about myself at all. Every experience, every mistake, every quiet triumph has shaped the person I am becoming. And I’m learning to honour that.

But if I could change just one thing, it would be this:
I would love to have more patience with my son.

Not because I feel inadequate, and not because I think I’m doing anything “wrong.” It’s simply that he is the person I love most, and I want to give him the very best version of me. The calmer moments, the deeper breaths, the gentler pauses — the space where I respond instead of react. Motherhood has taught me that patience is not something you either have or don’t have; it’s something you practise, nurture, and grow into.

Sometimes I forget that I’m human.
Sometimes I hold myself to impossibly high standards.
Sometimes the noise of life drowns out the softness I want to live from.

And yet, every day brings another chance to try again.

I wouldn’t rewrite my story or redesign who I am. I’ve earned my resilience, my compassion, my faith, my flaws, and the quiet wisdom that comes from navigating both joy and grief. But I would gently stretch my heart a little wider for the boy who makes my world brighter.

Maybe that’s the real beauty of change — it doesn’t always mean becoming someone else. Sometimes it simply means becoming a softer, more present version of the person you already are.