Erica Lupori

Twenty-three years ago, I became a mom to my daughter, Kyra.

At the time, I was a flight attendant. Before Kyra was born, I flew four days a week. My life was busy, active, and always moving.

I was used to being independent, traveling often, and taking care of myself.

Then everything changed.

Kyra had colic, which meant she cried often and had a hard time sleeping. I went from traveling for work to being home with my baby every day. My ex-husband worked long days, so most of the time, it was just me and Kyra at home.

I loved my daughter with all my heart, but I was also very tired. I felt lonely, and I was trying to figure out my new life as a mother on my own.

I read every book I could find because I wanted to help her feel better. I learned how to swaddle her, play white noise, and gently bounce her until she finally fell asleep. I was doing everything I could, but deep down, I knew I was struggling.

One day, I decorated my bedroom.

I have always loved making spaces feel warm, calm, and beautiful. When I finished decorating, the room looked perfect. It looked exactly like the bedroom I had always pictured for myself.