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Tag: #GratefulHeart

  • To My Warrior Daughter, Ezinne

    By Mary Mba (Ph.D)

    You were born with a fire
    not of fury—but of grace.
    A soul etched in brilliance,
    with sickle-shaped cells
    but a spine carved from steel.

    You never asked for the burden,
    yet you carried it—
    through pain, through hospital rooms,
    through nights when sleep
    was a stranger,
    and the world demanded
    you rise anyway.

    And rise you did.

    Bachelor’s and Master’s
    in four short years—
    a feat in itself,
    but not nearly the whole of you.
    You led, you served,
    you built bridges and broke ceilings.
    You didn’t just study systems—
    you challenged them,
    reformed them,
    made space for others
    where none was given.

    From Chicago to Paris,
    from student government chambers
    to community campaigns,
    from admissions tours to advocacy halls—
    you have walked with purpose,
    and spoken with power.

    And through it all,
    you remained my daughter—
    my joy, my heartbeat,
    the reason I pressed forward
    when life made retreat so tempting.

    I watched you fight invisible wars
    with visible poise.
    Your smile never betrayed
    the fatigue in your bones,
    your dreams never bowed
    to the weight of diagnosis.

    You are not a miracle.
    You are the maker of miracles.
    Your name, Ezinne—
    a good mother,
    a good heart,
    a testament to a life
    rooted in grace and defiant strength.

    So today, I do not just celebrate a degree.
    I celebrate a woman
    who redefined resilience.
    Who dared the world
    to expect more from those
    born into battle.

    Congratulations, my love.
    You are all things radiant,
    and the future is already
    better because you are in it.

  • Mother’s Day Reflections: A Gift of Love and Legacy

    Mary Mba (Ph.D.)

    This Mother’s Day, I found myself standing in front of a movie poster for Sinners, a surprise gift from my children who took me to the theater to see the film. As I stood there smiling for the camera, I couldn’t help but feel wrapped in something deeper than celebration – something sacred.

    Every year, no matter what we’ve been through, my children go out of their way to honor me. One year it’s breakfast in bed, another a spa day or a handwritten note tucked under my pillow. This year, it was a movie outing and quality time. In a season that has tested my spirit and resolve, their gesture spoke louder than words: We see you, Mama. We love you. We remember everything.

    I live my life for them – not in a way that erases me, but in a way that fulfills me. They are the reason I keep rising, the reason I push through days when my energy falters and my hope needs rekindling. Motherhood is the call I answered wholeheartedly. And it has answered back with laughter, love, and the kind of joy that can’t be bought.

    Today, I also remember my own mother -23 years gone but still the lighthouse in my soul. Her photo remains my profile picture, not because I cannot let go, but because I won’t. She reminds me daily of the kind of woman I strive to be: strong, gracious, giving, and full of light.

    To be a daughter. To be a mother. To be both at once is to live in a circle of endless love. Today, I feel held by both ends of that circle.