All’s well that ends well.

One of the sayings my mom often repeated to me when things got tough was, “All’s well that ends well.” Growing up, I always took it as a comforting phrase, but it wasn’t until I went through the hardest experience of my life that I truly understood it’s meaning. Back when I was in the final stretch of earning my teaching credential, the world seemed to collapse. The pandemic hit just as I was in the middle of my student teaching phase, and my school shut down completely. I was devastated, and my dream of becoming a teacher suddenly seemed impossible. I remember crying every night, feeling like everything I’ve worked so hard for was slipping away.

But every time I expressed my fear to my mom, she stayed calm and reassured me, “Everything will work out, just wait and see.” I had my doubts, but I clung to her words. She was always the steady rock in our family, and I began to lean on that belief, even when it felt like the world was shifting beneath me. I had to adjust to online teaching, navigate constant uncertainty, and find ways to finish my program virtually. It wasn’t easy, and there were moments where I questioned whether it would all work out, but my mom’s quiet confidence kept me grounded.

And sure enough, things did work out. Against all odds, I graduated and earned my teaching credential, just as I had planned. It wasn’t the path I imagined, but as my mom always said, “All’s well that ends well.” Looking back, I realize how true that really is. Life can throw curveballs, and sometimes it feels like everything’s falling apart, but with a little patience, faith, and the support of the people who believe in you, things have a way of working out in the end. That lesson, more than anything, is one I’ll carry with me forever.