My mom has always been selfless—working overtime, skipping vacations, and saving every penny to give my brother and me a better life. So when she announced at 67 that she was retiring by choice, I was shocked. “I just want to live for myself now,” she said.

Part of me struggled. With a toddler, a mortgage, and rising costs, I quietly wished she’d stick around to help. Wasn’t sacrifice what parents do? Then she sent a message that changed everything. She reminded us she’d already given decades of her life—working holidays, raising us alone, always putting us first.

Now, nearing 70, she wanted to finally live on her own terms: paint, travel, rest. She wasn’t abandoning us—just choosing herself, for once.

And she was right.

If I can’t honor her choice now, what message does that send to my child? That love only counts when it’s exhausting? That freedom must be postponed forever?

Her retirement isn’t selfish—it’s powerful. She’s teaching us that living fully is something we alldeserve.

So here’s to my mom: for everything she gave—and for finally choosing joy.