Dear friends,
I often wonder why we take our closest relationships so lightly. Why love becomes casual once it feels secure. We listen carefully to strangers, but rush conversations with our own family.
We offer patience to the world, and irritation to those who raised us.Somewhere along the way,our parents stop being peopleand become assumptions.Always there. Always forgiving. Always waiting.
We devalue our mothers not because they lack worth,but because their love feels unconditional—and we confuse unconditional with inexhaustible.
We mistreat siblings not out of hatred,but because familiarity dulls reverence.We forget that shared blood does not mean shared healing.

Perhaps we take family for grantedbecause they reflect us too closely.They carry our past, our patterns, our unfinished stories.And facing them means facing ourselves.
But love that is not tended quietly erodes.Presence thins.Conversations become functional.Connection becomes optional.
Maybe growth begins when we remember this:
The relationships that shaped usalso deserve our effort, our listening, our respect.Before time teaches us the valuewe refused to see.
Love and light ,
Niddhi






