A memoir to motherhood

In a world bustling with life and endless possibilities, there was a special day set aside—a day to honor the women whose love shapes us, nurtures us, and stands as the silent heroes behind every smile, every success, and every lesson learned. This day, celebrated every second Sunday of May, was born over a century ago in 1914, when President Woodrow Wilson signed a proclamation making Mother’s Day a nationwide tribute—a day to pause and reflect on the irreplaceable role of mothers.

Imagine the moment when this day was declared. The nation, amidst its busy pursuits, finally turned its gaze to the women whose sacrifices often go unnoticed. It was a simple act, yet it echoed through generations, reminding us that behind every strong individual is a foundation built by love, care, sacrifice, and the incredible power of a mother’s heart—a story that might just bring a flood of tears, but also a flood of gratitude and reflection.

I want you to think of the words of Nelson Mandela, a man who understood the true meaning of significance in life: “What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived. It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.” These words resonate deeply when we consider the countless women—mothers, grandmothers, nannies, sisters, friends—who have made a difference in our lives.

Picture the women who crossed your path—those quiet heroes whose stories may never be told in headlines, but whose impact is etched in your heart. The grandmother who, with gentle hands, wiped away your tears and whispered stories of hope. The nanny whose unwavering patience taught you kindness. The sister whose laughter was a balm during tough times. The neighbor who stepped in when you needed strength.

Each of these women, in their own unique way, became a fortress—an unbreakable support system that helped shape who you are today. They poured their love into every moment, often without seeking recognition, simply because they believed in the power of caring.

And as I reflect on my own journey, I realize that my mother was not alone. She was part of a vast tapestry woven with countless other women—each thread representing a story of sacrifice, laughter, tears, and unwavering devotion. It’s these women, these everyday heroes, who teach us that the true measure of life is the love we give and the lives we touch.

So, on this Mother’s Day, may you celebrate the tears of gratitude for the women who have made our lives richer and fuller. Let’s honor not only our mothers but all the women who have been fortress and foundation in our stories because in the end, it’s their love that makes our world a better place—one act of kindness, one word of encouragement, one embrace at a time.

And perhaps, as Nelson Mandela reminds us, the greatest legacy we can leave behind is the difference we make in the lives of others—just like those remarkable women who’ve shaped our lives in ways words can hardly express, but remember, as I see it, the true essence of Mother’s Day is a celebration of love—an everlasting ripple in the pond of humanity that begins with a single act of kindness.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the fortress-builders, heart-menders, and love-givers out there. Your story is a masterpiece, and your impact is infinite.

“As I See It” by Ben Rayman