Daily writing prompt

Describe a family member.

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Hello dear friends,

I hope this blog finds you basking in a gentle, hopeful spirit. Today, I embrace a writing prompt that resonates deeply with me: “Describe a family member.”

For each of us, family carves its own definition—sometimes found in laughter, sometimes in shared burdens and victories.

For me, the meaning of family always draws me back to one person: my mother.

She was the gentle strength at the center of our world, the unwavering guide whose lessons continue to shape my path years after she’s gone.

I lost my father very early in life. In that moment, the world could have seemed emptier, but my mother’s quiet determination filled every silence and soothed every ache.

Overnight, she became the bedrock of our family, taking on roles that required tireless strength and infinite compassion.

Her sacrifices were never worn as badges; instead, they shone through daily gestures—a warm meal, a comforting embrace, a word of encouragement before dawn.

My mother’s words echo in my mind,

Nostalgia often sneaks up on me, especially when life asks tough questions or when I pause to acknowledge how far I’ve come.

In these moments, my mother’s words echo in my mind, still as fresh and gentle as they were years ago:
“Keep moving on from any situation, whether painful or joyful. Once you get stuck in a particular situation, your life will also get stuck there.”

Her wisdom, forged from hardship and cherished memories, was neither loud nor boastful. It came wrapped in the cloak of lived experience.

She understood that life, with all its unpredictability, asks us not to stand still, but to flow—like a river, gracefully moving over rocks, never afraid of new bends.

Rising before dawn, she would prepare our meals, set us up for the day, and step out to work with the same calm demeanor.

The world often saw only the surface—a smile, a gentle greeting—but I knew the wellspring of faith and hope that lay beneath.

She never complained, not even when troubles seemed relentless. Instead, she looked for solutions, welcoming each challenge as a chance to learn and grow.

One of her greatest qualities was resilience.

While others might falter, she found her strength in honesty, hard work, and an unshakeable faith in the goodness of life.

Her compassion was her armor; she was always ready to listen without judgment, to offer advice that soothed rather than stung. Friends, neighbors, and relatives sought her out—not only because she had answers, but because she gave the gift of understanding.

As a child, her mantra of moving forward sometimes felt like a call to busyness. Only later, with the perspective of adulthood, did I realize the depth: to not stagnate in pain, nor grasp too tightly to fleeting happiness.

Through her, I learnt acceptance —of loss, of change, of the unknown.

In every chapter—from a long career in banking, to retirement, to rediscovering myself in creative pursuits—her wisdom paved the way for growth.

Her life was not untouched by sorrow.

Widowhood came abruptly, but she refused to be defined by it. Instead, her courage quietly held our home together. Evenings found her by the window, sipping tea and watching the sky change color.

There was serenity in her gaze—the assurance that dawn follows the darkest nights.

She celebrated the small victories—a child’s smile, a harvest’s bounty, a peaceful evening with loved ones.

She taught us to do the same, to find joy in simplicity and gratitude in every moment. Amidst adversity, she reminded us, “Pain is not your enemy. It’s a teacher.”

I carry that lesson, facing setbacks and new beginnings with hope, always remembering her gentle guidance.

After retirement, her advice echoed anew:

Yes, her advice is to keep turning the pages of life without looking back in regret. Writing, painting, and sharing stories became my way of moving on—her enduring spirit pushing me to create and connect.

Even in her absence, it is her presence that fills my life, her values lighting every decision and reflection.

To describe my mother is to name the virtues of endurance, compassion, and hope. She was the backbone of my childhood and the heartbeat of my adult years.

Through her, I learned that life’s beauty lies not in permanence, but in progress; not in constant comfort, but in the grace with which we move forward.

So, when asked to describe a family member, I speak of the woman whose spirit still walks with me—the quiet hero whose light continues guiding my journey, step by loving step.

BE HAPPY… BE ACTIVE… BE FOCUSED… BE ALIVE

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