10/05/2026
This Mother’s Day, I think not of what my mother lacked—but of what she carried.
She lived for decades being defined by roles the world chose for her, yet she raised us with patience, love, and an unshakeable sense of values. What once looked like silence now feels like endurance—the kind that holds families together, absorbs sorrow, and still makes space for kindness.
Like many women of her generation, she did the best she could with the tools she had. And because of her endurance, her children learned to question, to choose differently, and to hope for more.
Choosing marriage and motherhood after witnessing inequality is not blindness—it is courage. It is believing that change can begin at home, quietly, deliberately, through the next generation.
As I raise my own children, I realise I don’t need to reject my mother’s legacy—I need to build on it.
Her life was not small.
It made mine possible.
Happy Mother’s Day to the women who endured, believed, and made change inevitable. 🌸
