I never thought life would demand so much from me all at once.

When the job opportunity came from another region, I was torn. It was the kind of role that could change everything for our family - better pay, better prospects, a future I had always dreamed of giving my children. But accepting it meant leaving home. Leaving my husband. Leaving my two little boys who still called out "Mama" in the middle of the night.

I prayed. I cried. And then I made a choice.

I said yes.

With bags packed and a heart full of silent prayers, I left. I left trusting that God would protect what I could not hold close. I told myself I was doing it for them - for their education, for a better life, for our future. I believed it. I had to.

Back home, my husband carried so much. And then came our house help - a quiet blessing I never could have planned for. She stepped into the chaos with grace. She didn't just cook and clean - she mothered. She made sure the boys got to school, ate well, and knew they were loved, even in my absence. She became the hands I could no longer stretch far enough to be.

Still, every visit home left me in pieces.

My boys were growing - taller, older, more independent. I'd see glimpses of their childhood slipping through my fingers. Their laughter was still sweet, but no longer familiar. Their hugs still warm, but quicker. I was beginning to feel like a guest in their lives.

And each time I returned to the other region, it hurt more than before.

Until one day, it became clear - I was losing them. And no job, no income, no title was worth that.

So I made another choice.

I came home.

I walked away from the job and the comfort it brought, and I returned to the noise, the love, the mess, and the magic of motherhood. I didn't come home with a plan. I came home with purpose - to rebuild what mattered most.

And then, something beautiful happened.

God, in His tender way, honored that choice. Not long after returning, He gave me two more gifts - two beautiful daughters. As if He was saying, "Because you chose love, I will multiply it."

Now, when I sit and watch all four of my children - two boys, two girls - laughing, arguing, playing, growing, I know I didn't lose. I gained everything.

Life is made of choices.

Some hurt.

Some heal.

Some lead us away.

But some bring us home.

And choosing to come home? was the best decision I ever made.