Mothers have an extraordinary way of placing everyone else before themselves. In many homes, especially in Indian households, I’ve seen how easily they hold themselves accountable for their children’s struggles as if motherhood comes with an invisible thread of self-blame woven into it.
The clearest reflection of this selflessness is found in the kitchen. In households where mothers still cook, they lovingly ask their children and spouses what they’d like for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. And then, without hesitation, they prepare exactly that. Their joy is in the smiles around the table, while their own cravings quietly fade into the background.
What touches me deeply is how this doesn’t change with time. Even when we return home as adults, our mothers despite fragile health still spoil us with our favorite dishes, encourage us to rest, and take over the chores we can’t manage. Their homes remain the one place in the world where we can shed the weight of responsibility and simply be children again.
Somewhere along the way, I realized I had inherited this same selflessness. But I also discovered that breaking the chain just a little could be a gift. Once in a while, I began making something I craved, simply for myself. It felt different at first, but also deeply nourishing. That small act of self-love reminded me that when we give to ourselves, we have even more love to give others.
I don’t regret choosing a life where I pour into my family it brings me happiness. But by adding myself to the list of people I care for, I found a deeper balance. I was happy before, but today I feel even happier.
Because after your mother, it’s only you who can truly pamper yourself. Love yourself. Care for yourself. You deserve it all and more.
✨ Through my reflections, I try to capture the everyday truths that touch our hearts. Maybe in my words, you’ll find a piece of your own story too.
Blessmesai 