I can’t believe I’ve been on this earth more years without Amma than with her, but love really has a way of refusing to leave you empty, doesn’t it?
This picture holds three versions of a mother’s love for me. Or maybe it holds the same love, just wearing three different faces.
My Amma, whose absence taught me that some presences never actually leave. I learn something new about her in every conversation she is brought up in. Every comment saying how much I look like her or am like her, is a compliment that has me bursting with pride. Please never stop sharing stories about her with me!
My Deepu, a woman who truly does it all. She’s one of my biggest role models, teaching me to always question, always love, and always be unfinished, to reach for the best version of yourself and pulling the people you love along with you.
My Noodles, who has mothered me in ways she probably doesn’t even know, holding me through every version of myself, through every season of life. No words can define how lucky I am to share this life with her as her sister.
Every year Mother’s Day comes around, and I struggle to define what it means and who to celebrate. We’ve historically given that title to one kind of person, with one kind of body, with one kind of story. But the love it describes? That’s never belonged to just one type of human. It belongs to anyone who has ever chosen to love someone the way a child deserves to be loved - fiercely, softly, and unconditionally.
@simbari22 is the greatest example of that, stepping into roles undefined and doing it better than anyone could have.
Happy Mother’s Day💜
thank you
@infinite_memories09 for capturing this gem I’ll forever hold close to my heart
