Mother's day :))

postcard 20- A brief honorary post to everyone I have met through the years

I started out work for this postcard to find a definition for the word mother.
I found 2 definitions that were to my liking. One, a verb and the other a noun.

Mother
1
[noun] : a woman who is thought of as being like a mother

2
[verb]: to be or act as mother to (someone) : to care for or protect (someone) like a mother

Source: The Britannica Dictionary

I particularly like these definitions because they don't build walls referring to bondage based on biological connection. It is very abstract and shows how deeply it is connected to one another.
The first definition, especially shows mother in the perspective of the person being mothered, and the other shows the mother themselves.

My first love for art, the first human who taught me things, my first heartbreak, it has always originated from the place i was taught to call my house/home; From my mother who birthed me, to my sister, to my grandparents, aunts, and every close relative. Everyone had something to teach, something to learn from, and you know what they all had in common? They all cared. About one another.

I am writing this article as a testament to all the gratitude to all the people who have nurtured me throughout the years. From my family to the house helps, from strangers to the closest friends, from teachers to professors; to everyone who has come to my life.

To all the poets and artists I’ve met when I was 14

Storytime, I was 14 when i first entered the poetry community in instagram. I had a very promising account, amazing poet friends who were all older than me. I used to be excited to make new friends, and they found me when i was in a very rough patch in life. No one ever considered me very close in the beginning, but, slowly and steadily, i got closer to few amazing poets who are still my best friends.

Poetry always found its way to me. Through creeks of the roads, giggles of kids in the park, rustling leaves, sound of concrete mixing, and at the ripe age of 14, through Instagram, in the community. I have realized over the years how conversations with all these incredible poets had made me better at not only how i hold conversations but also how i empathize with people. There is something so deep and intricate about poetry when you know the person behind the pen. Every woman i have known there, has nothing but been kind to me, my experiences, and respected me as an equal. and i appreciate it so incredibly much. I miss them very much and i don’t think they know how grateful i am, to have met them in this life. Everything from their stories, to their comments, to their kindness, to their poetry. I have seen how kind a person can be, and how beautiful humans can become, and how beautiful You as a person can become, despite the hardships, and wrongdoings.

They have taught me how to be kind. If not taught, I modelled them, i learnt. I am so glad to have come across such amazing humans, I wish all of them, from the bottom of my heart, a very happy mothers day. I hope you have amazing life ahead, I hope a part of you will always remember me, and i hope my prayers always reach you, no matter how far away you are geographically.
I am 20 now, and i hope i am at least half as kind as you were to me when you were in your 20s.

I am the fruit of what has nurtured me so far. It was not only sunny clear skies and the dribble rain, but it was also resistance to the storms, adaption to the changes, and the courage to grow. Who am i without the storms, and who i would have been if it weren’t for small ray of hope that i sought?

To my dearest mother,

Despite the cries in our bedrooms, despite the few misunderstandings that we have, i hope you know that i am very very grateful to have you as my mother. All the sacrifices that you have made for your children, for everything you have done for us that no one else knows about. I hope you know that I am so full of gratitude for everything you provide, and for the struggle you go through to provide for us. I love you, and i hope you know that i always will.
Thank you for always choosing us, over and over again, even when the responsibility felt like too much. I deeply care for you.
I love how resilient you are, and how you kept on going even when life was hard on you. I love that you never give up, not only when it comes to your family, but everywhere else in life. You are such an amazing amazing human, i can’t even begin to tell you about it. I love your cooking and how much of a perfectionist you are. You are brave, confident, resilient, caring, and loving, There are not enough adjectives to describe how amazing of a human you are. I hope you see that, and i hope you know that there is always someone who believes in you, the way you believe in me, without doubt.

To all the teachers, lecturers, and profs,

I have read once in my boarding school’s hostel, it says, “Parents are your first teachers, and teachers are your second parents.” I was awestruck by this quote. It was something that describes this, comfortable feeling of being able to rely on your teachers, for help or anything. From the hostel warden to my current profs, many teachers have always believed in me, and have always guided me. They are amazing people who cared of many, and nurtured each of us differently, based on our needs. Even when they had their own personal life problems to deal with they were always there, no matter how much many hated them at the moment they have all acted as mother figures to all of us at some point. Thank you for everything.

To my close & extended family,

Being in an environment where love and support first comes through your family, there was so much one has to teach and so much there is that one can learn. From the tiniest gestures to how you react, Everything comes from a place that holds you together, I value the kind of figures you have been to me, and how you taught me how to live courageously.

To my sister, and seniors,

Thank you for always quietly pushing me and encouraging me to go beyond what i believe i could do. Thank you for all the times when you quietly had my back, for all the times i could lean on you, for always lifting my calls and for always being there for me. Thank you for always letting me be vulnerable around you. You have inspired me, and showed me that mistakes happen, and that it is a part of life. You showed me that it's okay to me weak, that it means that you have room for growth, and how to be brave a these times. I appreciate every single thing that you have always guided me with, We grow together, and there is nothing more that i would want more.

To every woman who pours endlessly into others,

You are strong,
You are brave,
You are kind,
You are human.

There is no other person in this universe who is as strong and resilient, wether you know it or not, you might have consciously or subconsciously have impacted any ones life in a positive light, i hope you are protected, and safe. Thank you for all the unseen sacrifices. Your tenderness and resilience make the world a better place.

To the women who have lost their mothers or children, I send you love, comfort, and strength

May everyone who have ever mothered, may you feel honored, appreciated, and cherished, everyday, not just on mothers day.

Thank you. Happy mothers day

With love and support,
V.