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.