Sometimes, out of nowhere, memories from my childhood resurface—moments I thought I’d buried long ago. It can be a song, a smell, or even a look from my own child that brings it all rushing back. As a parent, these moments are tough. I find myself wrestling with emotions I can’t always name, trying to make sense of how my past shapes the way I show up for my kids. I remind myself that healing isn’t linear, and it’s okay to seek support. Sharing my story helps me feel less alone, and maybe it will help someone else, too. Have you ever had childhood memories resurface unexpectedly? How do you cope when they do? Let’s talk about it in the comments below. #HealingJourney #ParentingWithLove #BreakingTheCycle #InnerChild #Parenting