An Ode Between Two Heartbeats

 

I once held my mother’s hand

without knowing the weight it carried—

the sleepless nights stitched into soft lullabies,

the silent worries hidden behind warm smiles,

the way she gave pieces of herself

so my world could feel whole.

Back then, love felt effortless to receive,

like sunlight entering a window every morning.

And now, standing where she once stood,

I finally understand the language of mothers—

how love becomes instinct before words,

how tired eyes still search for tiny smiles,

how even after growing up,

a quiet question lingers within me:

Am I doing enough? Am I giving my best?

Yet every hug, every sacrifice, every whispered prayer

answers softly, yes… you are trying with all your heart.

So today is for every mother

who loves beyond exhaustion and beyond herself,

for the women learning strength while nurturing softness,

for those still figuring it out while giving endlessly anyway.

From daughters who became mothers,

from children who now understand their mothers better

Nandini Mithun ✍️ 

here’s to the unconditional love that keeps generations glowing.

Wishing every beautiful mother

a heartfelt and wonderful Mother’s Day.