A Letter to the Ones Who Call Her Mum
This is not just a day for celebrating mothers, but a quiet reminder to see them a little differently.
This Mother’s Day, I found myself thinking about something simple.
Your mum is also doing this for the first time.
There was no class she attended.
No certificate she received.
No moment where she suddenly knew how to do everything right.
From the very beginning, she has been learning.
Learning how to hold you.
How to feed you.
How to understand your cries when you could not yet speak.
As you grew, so did the questions.
How to guide you.
How to support you.
How to navigate moments she herself had never experienced before.
And even now, she is still learning.
Parenting does not come with a clear answer sheet.
There are no perfect steps to follow.
Only choices, made with the hope that they are the right ones.
Sometimes, she gets it right.
Sometimes, she does not.
Sometimes, she loses her patience.
Not because she does not care,
but because she is trying to figure things out too.
In many ways, she is growing up alongside you.
The Little Things That Matter Most
It is easy to look for big gestures.
But often, love shows up in smaller ways.
In the cup of Milo she makes without asking.
In the uniforms she irons before the day begins.
In the quiet routines that repeat, day after day.
These moments may feel ordinary.
But they are not.
They are the ways she shows up, again and again.
Even when she is tired.
Even when she is unsure.
There is something else I have come to understand, too.
As a mum myself, there have been moments where I felt completely uncertain.
Moments where I did not know if I was doing things right.
Moments where I made mistakes, or wished I had handled things differently.
There is no perfect way to do this.
Only learning, along the way.
And so, I am deeply thankful.
Thankful for the grace to be accepted, even in my flaws.
Thankful for the quiet understanding, even in my blunders.
Because behind every attempt,
is still love.
This Mother’s Day, perhaps we can pause for a moment.
To see her, not just as “mum,”
but as someone who is still learning, still trying, still giving.
To be a little more patient.
A little more understanding.
A little more appreciative.
Because behind everything she does,
is a quiet kind of love that is still finding its way.
If you are thinking of gifting something this Mother’s Day,
let it be a small reminder that you see her 🤍