As a parent, I’m not just proud of one child—I’m proud of all of them. There’s no favoritism here; my love for each of my children is equal and unconditional.
To me, my kids are like different fruits: each one is sweet, with a unique flavor all their own.
Just like I wouldn’t expect an orange to taste like watermelon, I don’t compare my children. They are all special and extraordinary in their own way.
When I look back at the challenges I faced raising them, all I can do is smile and thank God that they turned out to be the wonderful, loving people they are today.
I never believed in pushing my own opinions onto my children. Instead, I made it a point to listen to them, offering guidance when necessary but always respecting their voice.
I’ve always worked to create a relationship where they trust me completely and feel comfortable confiding in me—that’s my proudest achievement. I know everything about them, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Some of my friends didn’t always agree with my approach. They thought I was too lenient, warning that my kids might not turn out well because I gave them the space to make their own choices.
