My mom is a mother of six, and ever since her youthful days, she has cooked for us daily without fail. Cooking is her love language — she can recreate almost any dish with just one look, and somehow every meal she makes feels like home.
Growing up, she had a strained relationship with her own mother, but she never allowed the pain of her childhood to define the way she loved us. Instead of passing down hurt, she chose to give us warmth, patience, and care. She became the kind of mother she never fully had.
Even during times when we had very little, she always found ways to give us everything she could. Whatever cravings we had, she would find a way to bake it, cook it, or create it from scratch. She made abundance out of almost nothing, and she did it all with love.
She is the reason I strive to become the best version of myself. Even though I do not have a child yet and have faced difficulties conceiving, my desire to become a mother has never faded — because I experienced the kind of childhood every child deserves, all because of her.
My mom taught me that motherhood is not just about giving birth. It is about sacrifice, resilience, unconditional love, and showing up every single day. And for me, she will always be the definition of the best mom.
Happy Mother’s Day Mommy!