15/11/2025
I wish I could tell you what it’s like having her as a mom. Yet I couldn’t, because I never knew what not having her felt like. She was exactly that… always present. She was at every pick up, every drop off. Every lazy afternoon on the couch, she was at swimming pool runs, and mad dashes between violin/ballet/tuition/taekwondo schedules. She was at the front row of our “achievements” and the backstages of our failures. She was the cheerleader in transitional years, and the sound of wisdom when ours was lacking. She was at dinner tables, her love in every bowl of soup and home cooked meal. She was so reliable in every sense of the word.
Her words of encouragement made us feel like we could change the world, and we did go on to change our own spheres of it. She showed me love looks like something and that we could be truly joyful in living for others. In a world that prioritise self love, I testify of the happiest lady I’ve ever seen… living for God and for everyone else.
I see her now in the way my sister loves others. That there’s tenderness that came from the way she extravagantly loved us. I see it in the way my father confidently pursued excellence in his career, because she built the safest household filled with the peace of the Lord. I see her in the way I pray because I am a product of her fervent prayer. I see her in Owen and how he grew exponentially because she spoke destiny and encouragement over him unwaveringly. I see her in the confidence of my kids because they know that popo thinks they’re God’s best and boy do they believe it!
Happy Birthday mummy, thank you for a love that has been consistent and unconditional. Mothers really do change the world. You showed up my whole life and you still keep showing up ❤️