Mom,

After looking beyond the wound, I began to remember the love that had always been there.

December 2025

To Mother

Mom,

I thank God for giving me you as mother.

You have always been like a lioness
when it came to protecting us,
feeding us,
clothing us,
and raising us.

You were never handed
a manual on how to be a good mother.

Yet you did everything you could
to give us values,
love,
principles,
and strength.

You knew how to make us feel cherished.

It was never perfect,
I know.

But it was enough
that, despite the child’s complaints,
I never truly knew
how to condemn you.

You spoiled us—

or at least,
you spoiled me.

The little pieces of grilled meat
you would give me
while dinner was still cooking.

The sweet, concentrated peas
you knew I loved.

A glass of milk
because I couldn’t stand oatmeal.

Bulgur wheat—
you knew how much I loved eating it.

The little Sobrino chocolate bars
you rewarded us with
for good grades at school.

The list of those little acts of love
goes on and on.

Even as a child,
you were never a princess to me.

You were the queen.
An empress.

Know this:

I am proud
to be
your son.

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Author’s Reflection

As we move through the healing process, looking beyond the wound and revisiting our story through the eyes of an adult, resentment often becomes a little lighter, a little less blinding.

And perhaps that creates space for us to notice what we had overlooked for so long.

Acts of love that once seemed too ordinary to matter.

Small gestures of care that quietly became part of everyday life.

We often remember the smallest disappointments with remarkable clarity, while forgetting the countless acts of love that surrounded them.

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🪞 Mirror Question

When you look beyond your childhood wounds, what quiet acts of love begin to come back into focus?

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CTA

If this poem resonated with you—or reminded you of a part of yourself—I invite you to share your story in the comments. I’d be honored to read it.

And if these words are something you’d rather carry quietly… thank you for being here.

Sometimes, simply knowing we’re not alone is enough.

Your presence in The Mirror Room means more than you know.

With clarity,
The Mirror Room
Odel A.