The gift of being seen


Dear Reader,

My son messaged me recently, asking, “Would you like this pour-over coffee set for Mother’s Day?”

It made me smile—I sent him that link a few months ago.

We love craft coffee, strong opinions 😂, and thoughtful gifts.

Being his mom has taught me patience, presence, and how to hold space through change.

And what have I passed on to him?

→ That it’s okay to question things.
→ That emotions are not a weakness.
→ That growth requires effort and compassion.
→ That you can be both independent and deeply loved.

As Mother’s Day approached, I felt a wave of reflection.



My son is 21 now, and I wonder if our relationship will keep evolving or become distant.

When I became a mom, I made a quiet promise to myself.
To do things differently from my mom.

Not because she wasn’t a good parent—she was one of the kindest people I’ve known.

But I always felt like she didn’t quite get me.
I was the rebel—the wild one.

My sister told me that my mother would disapprove of THIS PHOTO I posted of myself in lingerie online.

And she probably would have.
But that only reminded me of something I’ve long accepted.

I am not my mother.
And I don’t need to be.

We’re not meant to replicate the generation before us.

But I have carried some of her values forward—kindness, care, and nurturing live deeply within me.

Now, as I look at my relationship with my son, I see it as a space built on honesty and respect. He still calls me for advice—sometimes about school or stocks, fashion or food, or just to ask if something is a good deal.

Those little moments mean everything to me.

I’ve tried to show up not just as a mom but as an imperfect human who is unlearning, learning, and re-learning.

If I’ve done my job right, he’ll carry that forward.

And that, to me, is the legacy that matters most.

Love,

Alpana | Mom + Storyteller

P.S. Happy Mother’s Day if you’re celebrating. I know this day can be hard for some people, too. To those struggling with this day, I see you. ❤️ ❤️

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